"Qian Qian, are you asleep?" Beitang Yao's tone was very gentle, inexplicably stirring Xia Qingqian's heart. As she hesitated whether she should answer him, the next moment she felt a chill as the blanket was already lifted.
When she regained her composure, she was nestled against a solid chest, her eyes reddening, misted with a gentle haze, meeting Beitang Yao's concerned gaze.
She quickly turned her head away, unwilling to let him see her helpless look.
However, Beitang Yao did not comply, lifting her chin, forcing her to face him, as he softly said, "I apologize for the promises I made but didn't fulfill. I'm sorry."
There was a time when he explicitly promised her that he would ensure she never got hurt again. Yet, staying by his side, she had experienced no shortage of hurt.
Xia Qingqian's body froze, and tears rushed forth like a spring. She shook her head, her voice trembling, "Young Master Yao, this has nothing to do with you..."
