He still remained silent.
She became anxious, repeatedly compromising: "At least once a month then! No less than that, no less!"
"If you could be a little more obedient and not make a fuss, then I agree, at least once a month, you can prepare dinner at home while waiting for me."
She nodded and let go of him.
After thinking for a while, she asked again: "Will you continue to help me find my mother?"
"Yes."
"When will you calm down? When will you forgive me?"
Gu Shaocheng suddenly felt a painful squeeze in his heart. All this while, Chenxing, it's not that I wouldn't forgive you, but I'm not worthy of loving you, I lack the reckless courage, the courage to go to hell with you—I don't have it anymore, do you understand?
He closed his eyes, "Let's talk about it later."
"If I behave well, you will forgive me, right?" Her clear eyes were still looking at him, longing for him to give her an answer, to give her a deadline.
"We'll see."