"Mu Sha, I don't want to hear you say sorry to me again."
As Yan Lv spoke, he stood up, determination in his eyes, his commanding tone piercing through Mu Sha's body, shaking her to the core.
"When can you understand that everything I say comes from the heart? Mu Sha, feel with your heart; for me, your presence is not dispensable, you are my wife."
Upon hearing Yan Lv's words, Mu Sha felt a devastating blow to her heart. From the day they got married, she always thought Yan Lv wasn't willing to marry. She heard he had a childhood sweetheart but broke up because of marriage. Mu Sha felt sorry for the matter, regretful inside. She never expected Yan Lv would say such things now.
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"I'm very clear."
Mu Sha looked puzzled, her eyes full of confusion: "Didn't you hate me before?"
Yan Lv was stunned upon hearing Mu Sha's words, grabbing her hand he asked, "Who told you I hated you?"
