"Xiangyang, who gave this to you?" Mu Lingqian grabbed Wen Xiangyang's arm, slightly forceful.
Wen Xiangyang's delicate eyebrows furrowed as she was grabbed by Mu Lingqian. She lifted her head, looking at Mu Lingqian. When she saw the icy expression on his face, her heart sank a little, and after hesitating for a moment, her voice choked slightly as she said, "I'm sorry."
Mu Lingqian was somewhat baffled by Wen Xiangyang's apologetic words. His gaze fell on Wen Xiangyang, and he realized that he had been too agitated and had actually left marks on Wen Xiangyang's arm.
His expression paused slightly, and he released the arm he was holding and instead embraced Wen Xiangyang into his arms: "The person who should be saying sorry is me."
Wen Xiangyang closed her eyes, leaning into Mu Lingqian's embrace.