I scrambled into my dress and dashed to his room. He is standing on the balcony, holding the railing.

Why did he come here like this from the playroom? I wondered confusingly.

I slowly walked to him and hugged him from behind, placing my head on his chest and firmly wrapping my arms around him. "I'm sorry for spoiling everything." As I apologised, he removed my hands from his body.

I felt hurt because he is so angry.

As he turned around and clasped my face, I narrowed my brows bemusedly, seeing guilt in his eyes. "Why are you saying sorry, Butterfly? I hurt you, I should say sorry to...