An empty room.
Perhaps only the sound of breathing remains between them.
It was a deep night, and the moonlight outside the window filtered through the curtains, casting fragmented shadows.
"Yao Beidi..."
"Can you not talk, Xiao Ye?" Completely rejecting him.
"The tattoo on my body isn't Leilei's 'LEI,' but my mother's name. My father had someone tattoo it on me years ago," Xiao Ye said. "My father actually loved my mother deeply, but until the moment she passed away, he never told her. Back then, I thought my father was foolish—hurting himself, hurting my mother, and in the process giving me such an unpleasant life."
"Now, it seems I've already begun walking the same path as him."
Yao Beidi didn't respond, so silent it was as if she hadn't heard a word he said.
"I think, after all these years, I owe you at least one apology," Xiao Ye said, turning around and suddenly embracing her, pulling her forcefully into his arms.
