"I'm sorry, it's my fault."
There were no intense kisses, just light pecks, and with each kiss, Sheng Jianan would say "I'm sorry," each time lower than the last, without a trace of the Young Master Sheng's arrogance, as if he were just a man constantly pleading.
The fortress that Su Anle had been building in her heart crumbled with Sheng Jianan's repeated apologies.
Tears fell unknowingly, and Sheng Jianan kissed her again, the tears spreading between their lips, salty and bitter.
Su Anle finally no longer appeared calm as water. She began to struggle, her fists pounding against the man before her, but Sheng Jianan only held her tighter.
Su Anle didn't know when she fell onto the bed. All she knew was that when Sheng Jianan held her naked body, buried his head in her neck, and whispered a word softly in her ear.
Three years... he had finally waited for her to return, three years... he could finally hold her in his arms again.
