Wishing For a Face Slap

He Xiaoqin already knew that the situation was hopeless.

She was already mentally prepared to apologize and squeezed out two tears.

"Yanyun, I was wrong. I should have known. How could you have… can you forgive me?"

Such a pitiful plea would probably soften anyone's heart.

Su Yanyun was also gentle and said kindly, "What if I don't forgive you then?"

Ah?

Such a gentle tone while saying such contrasting words made even Zheng Xin sigh.

He Xiaoqin was in a daze with tears on her face, as if she didn't hear what Su Yanyun said.

"Ha." Su Yanyun smiled plasticly. "Xiaoqin, I was just joking. Look at how frightened you are. So what if I don't forgive you? Do you think you will commit suicide? Don't worry, I'm not such a petty person. I'm just—a little vengeful."

He Xiaoqin's face was pale.

The image she expected of Su Yanyun accepting her apology did not appear.

Instead, she was threatened and mocked by her.