Even after being hit, Lu Hualiang didn't withdraw his hand. Instead, he forcefully gripped her waist and brought her into his arms.
"Let me go!"
Xia Weibao struggled, using her hands and feet, punching his chest punch after punch.
The force wasn't strong, carrying a hint of petulance.
"I'm sorry."
Lu Hualiang said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, which sounded distant.
"You jerk!"
Xia Weibao had just held back her tears, but now they fell with a plop.
They dropped onto the back of his hand like boiling water, almost scalding the skin there.
He had made her cry...
His heart ached thread by thread, and Lu Hualiang lowered his head to kiss her brow, kissing her eyelids.
"I'm sorry..."
It wasn't her fault, she met that man first, fell in love with him first, she wasn't to blame.
It was his fault for not being able to make her fall in love with him, it was his fault.
Some say the reason you can't forget an old love is that the new love isn't good enough.
