Qiu Jiayi can't figure out what the so-called sincerity means and how can it be regarded as a sincere apology and thanks?

"What kind of sincerity do you want?" Qiu Jiayi asks earnestly with her head askew. Her big bright eyes blink like a budding doll.

"... "Forehead."

Although she knows that she is beautiful, pure and lovely. He was still in a daze for a while.

Qiu Jiayi stared at him, waved his hand in confusion, and his voice was full of concern.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Aha!? No, it's all right... It just suddenly gets a little hot! Ah, how hot it is!" He must be so red...