Can You Stop Messing Around?

Xian Yijun patted the seat next to him. "If you don't mind, have a seat."

Wei Zhijuan had been looking for him for a long time and was indeed tired. She no longer looked at him, but sat down at the end of the bench, keeping her distance from him. She just looked straight ahead with an expressionless face.

"I've already said we weren't wrong. You don't need to apologize. If an apology is useful, then there's nothing in this world that can't be crossed."

Xian Yijun chuckled. There was a hint of self-mockery in his smile, but in the end, he said nothing.