He Zhiyao stared intently into Qin Shuang's eyes.
Qin Shuang felt a tingling on her scalp under his gaze, but she still steadfastly remained unshaken.
After a long while, He Zhiyao gave in like he had been defeated, his eyes flickering slightly, a look of desolate resignation spreading as he let go of her wrist and shifted aside.
"I understand."
He Zhiyao said in a low voice, "I've been inconsiderate during this time, I apologize."
His words actually made Qin Shuang feel completely uncomfortable.
She had seen all kinds of shameless and rascally attitudes from He Zhiyao, but she had never seen him so reasonable and understanding.
It made her exceptionally uneasy.
She really suspected she might be a masochist, having gotten used to He Zhiyao's abuse.
Her heels were as if nailed to the ground; she suddenly forgot to leave.