Wanqing's hand beside her body curled into a fist at Anning's expression. She had always known Anning to be someone who stood strong no matter what.
Even if she wanted to see her cry, Wanqing was the only one qualified to make her cry. No one else could do that to her tiger.
"It doesn't matter. I got drunk last night and might have done a few things. I'm sorry," Anning apologized, bowing once more.
Her voice was still slightly unsteady, but she was trying her best to pull herself together. She felt upset, disgusted with herself and frustrated all at once.
Wanqing didn't respond. She calmly took slow steps toward Anning. She still hadn't asked Anning to raise her head, so Anning remained stuck in that position.
"Raise your head," Wanqing said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Anning didn't want to talk about what happened, nor did she need the daughter of that bastard looking at her with eyes full of pity.
