"Meimei, I'm sorry." Dan Tingye held her tightly in his arms.
Because he cared so much, he was cautious.
Because he cared so much, he wanted to give her the best.
"..."
Meimei choked, tears falling uncontrollably, shaking her head desperately.
Her Tingye wasn't dirty, nor did he owe her an apology.
If it hadn't been her that night, it would have been another woman with Dan Tingye, she'd rather it be her.
"Don't cry, it's okay, it's all over now." Dan Tingye gently comforted her, watching her tears fall like broken pearls, and lowered his head to gently kiss her cheek.
Meimei's small hand tightly grabbed the lapel of his coat. As she came back to her senses, she hurriedly reached out to touch his bleeding lip, chokingly asked, "Does it hurt?"
"I brought this onto myself, it's fine." Dan Tingye held her small hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
"In taking care of Meimei, it's my debt to you."
