A black silk lace nightgown held in her hand, Wen Tang inadvertently met Pei Heyan's gaze as she turned around.
He was watching her from the doorway of the walk-in closet.
"You..." Wen Tang swallowed.
Pei Heyan stepped forward, his arm resting on Wen Tang's slender shoulder, their eyes locked. His slightly rough fingertips caressed the smooth, cool surface as he spoke, "I'm sorry."
Those were just three simple words, yet they felt like a heavy stone pressing on Wen Tang's heart.
Without him bringing it up, she wouldn't have thought about these things.
Now that he had spoken, the grievances of the past surged in her mind.
She opened her mouth but decided not to mention them.
"It's fine, it's all in the past," Wen Tang said with a smile in her eyes, "We're fine now."
The next second, Pei Heyan embraced her, leaving Wen Tang stunned.
