Qiao Chengxun, unknowing, had arrived at the girl's boudoir door and was about to push it open, but for some reason, he stopped his movements.
This song was not suitable for her age, yet she managed to sing it with a heart-wrenching and desolate sentiment.
Qiao Chengxun began to doubt, "Meimei, can I truly not give you happiness?"
Could it be that his love had really burdened her so much?
He opened the door, walked up behind the girl, and gently wrapped his arms around her.
Smelling the enchanting fragrance of the girl, Qiao Chengxun couldn't help but take a deep breath, wishing he could internalize her scent.
Wen Meimei, unable to continue singing while being held by him, paused the music.
She raised her hand and clasped his arm.
Leaning back, she buried her face into the crook of his neck.
"Chengxun, if one day, I do something that makes everyone in the world despise me, would you forgive me?"
"I will," Qiao Chengxun nodded.
