"I'm sorry..." An Ning couldn't think of anything else to say besides those three powerless words.
"If sorry were useful, then what am I, the County Magistrate of Long'an County, for?" Sikong Wuyou retorted.
"Sikong Wuyou, I'm already like this and you're still being mean to me. I've already apologized, yet you're still relentless. Do you feel unhappy seeing me bleed so much without dying, so you're trying to anger me to death, is that it..."
Tears fell readily. Although she was in the wrong this time, who says the person who made a mistake can't feel wronged?
Moreover, she was already so weak, didn't even have the strength to stand, yet he was still here blaming her relentlessly.
An Ning and Sikong Wuyou locked eyes. Even with tears flowing, her gaze remained stubborn.
In the end, it was Sikong Wuyou who gave in.
