Unspoken Apologies: A Night of Revelation and Care

The cold night wind pierced through, even though winter had passed. It felt as if fine needles were jabbing into the flesh, penetrating deep into the bones.

Qian You didn't know how long she had been running, but all she wanted was to escape that place, and escape... the wounded black eyes of the man.

She knew how difficult it was to make that lofty, emotionally-pristine man loudly proclaim his love. Qian You, what merit or ability do you have to deserve all of that man's love?

She stood blankly under the streetlamp in the garden, the tree branches swaying gently, casting long shadows. Her hands hung at her sides, clenched into tight fists, nails digging into flesh, blood flowing unnoticed.

After what seemed like an eternity, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang. Qian You instinctively picked it up, pressing the answer button.

On the other end, came the urgent voice of Si Yan, "Qian You, where are you? You need to come back quickly, something's happened to Mo!"

Qian You's heart sank, snapping back to reality. She wanted to ask him if Pei Yi Mo was injured, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a hoarse sound.

Si Yan shouted again, "Qian You, please come back no matter what. Come back and see him first. I'm begging you."

When Qian You rushed back to the villa, half an hour had already passed. The evening banquet was over, and the villa was once again tidied up, just like before. Wang Ma saw her hesitation and gestured towards Pei Yi Mo's room, telling her that they were in the room now.

Her feet suddenly felt heavy, each step as if laden with lead. Qian You pushed open the door, the dim light spilling onto the floor, revealing a man lying on the big bed, unconscious, as if lost in deep sleep. However, the strong, choking smell of alcohol pervading the room indicated how he had just gone mad, drinking like crazy.

Qian You silently walked to the bedside. The man's normally flawless face was a little paler, his brows furrowed lightly, as if not at ease even in his dreams.

She reached out her hand and gently stroked his face, which felt icy cold...

"He drank a lot just now and passed out in front of many people. I'm sorry for lying to you about him being in trouble. I was afraid that if I told you he was drunk, you wouldn't come."

Standing up from the corner sofa, Si Yan walked behind Qian You and also looked at Pei Yi Mo on the bed, sighing softly. "Qian You, I don't know what your reasons are, but I can see that Mo really has feelings for you."

Her hand paused for a moment, then slowly withdrew, her beautiful eyes drooping slightly, a bitter smile revealing a hint of world-weariness and bitterness on her innocent face.

He paused his deep thoughts, patting her shoulder. "Anyway, please help me take care of him tonight. With you here, I'll feel more at ease."

With that, Si Yan walked out and gently closed the door.

Qian You sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently touching his brow, just wanting to smooth out the furrows.

"I'm sorry..." She murmured softly, a thousand words in her heart but only these three words could be spoken. Her heart was never whole, so how could she repay the love he gave?

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed, the heat from the wrist almost scalding her skin. The man who had been sleeping on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his black eyes filled with confusion, as if drunkenness had made him unable to recognize Qian You.

Then, his gaze slowly moved to her injured hand, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes. His voice hoarse, "You're bleeding..."

Qian You was taken aback, not expecting Pei Yi Mo to wake up so quickly. Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation in her palm. The man actually put her injured hand to his lips, his wet tongue gently licking the dried blood stains, treating them as if they were precious treasures...