"Wenjun, I am sorry." Xia Yihan bows his head like a child who has done something wrong and doesn't know what to do.

A pair of shoes appeared in his sight. Xue Wen reached out and swept the fallen leaves on Xia Yihan's shoulder. He said softly, "Has the matter been handled?"

As soon as Xia Yihan looked up, he saw Xue Wenjun's tired eyes and the black blue under them. He whispered, "I'm really sorry."

"Xia Yihan, do you see that I feel sad or apologetic?" Xue Wenjun looked at the rising sun through Xia Yihan and said faintly.

"Sorry." Xia Yihan's voice was trembling, but with a little...