Finally, An Ran weakly whispered, "I'm sorry."
Mu Xingfeng's hand, which was applying ointment, paused slightly, his voice indifferent and devoid of any emotion: "Why are you saying sorry?"
"I... I've caused you trouble again."
An Ran truly wanted to cry. Why is it that every time she comes to Longteng Xinyuan, every time she's alone with Mu Xingfeng, various incidents occur? Could Mu Xingfeng be her nemesis? No, it's always her causing trouble for Mu Xingfeng. So maybe she's Mu Xingfeng's nemesis. She really wanted to ask Mu Xingfeng about the psychological impact she's had on him.
After applying the ointment to the last red spot, Mu Xingfeng lifted his eyes to look at An Ran, his dark eyes filled with unreadable emotions, as if suppressing something: "An Ran, are you afraid of me?"
Under Mu Xingfeng's gaze, An Ran felt a bit awkward. Hearing his words, she hurriedly shook her head: "No... no."
To show she was sincere, An Ran even sat up straight, looking directly at him.
