Qin Mu watched the changing expressions on An Lin's face, gripping her wrist a bit tighter without realizing it.
He furrowed his brow tightly and said with a look of apology, "An Lin, I know, I've hurt you. You're angry and blame me, I have no objections to that."
"Ah Mu, even if you apologize a million times, it can't change the facts."
An Lin interrupted Qin Mu's words, her eyes cold and indifferent, all her sadness hidden deep in her heart.
"The recording only proves one thing: you don't trust me. In your heart, maybe you've always wondered if I knew you were drugged that night and deliberately slept with you to make you take responsibility."
"An Lin."
Qin Mu's handsome face darkened slightly.
An Lin's face showed a trace of self-mockery, "If you hadn't said it that night, I wouldn't have known that you think not asking you to take responsibility was a tactic to make you marry me."
"Forget those nonsense words."
