Su Zhiruan had no intention of catching up with Su Mingzhu. After she put down the things, she turned and left.
"Wait—" Su Mingzhu suddenly called out, trying to get Su Zhiruan to stop.
But Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu did not look back.
Su Mingzhu bit her lip, mustered her courage, and said loudly, "Su Zhiruan, thank you."
Su Zhiruan continued walking.
"And I'm sorry."
Su Zhiruan paused for a moment but still pushed open the door and walked out.
The apology from Su Mingzhu was not really meant for Su Zhiruan.
The person their family owed the most was the original host.
No matter how they apologized, the original host, and she who had borrowed the original host's body, should not forgive them.
Not all mistakes can be forgiven with an apology, and she was no exception.
Su Mingzhu slowly squatted down, aware of countless gazes on her back, filled with curiosity, confusion, doubt, and other emotions.
In the end, she took the supplies and sullenly returned to her small corner.
