Qiu Qianyun looked toward Li Rui, "You should have known earlier, when we were in Shangjing, I realized that Yelu Yan truly cared for Xianxian."
Li Rui nodded and raised his hand to hold Qiu Qianyun's, "Qianyun, for the wrongs I have done to Xianxian, I will make up for them bit by bit, please forgive me this once. Actually, many times, I wanted to bring this up to you and Xianxian, but I was too ashamed to speak about it and kept delaying until now."
Qiu Qianyun didn't pull her hand away, "You're not seeking my forgiveness, but Xianxian's. You know how much she hates Murong Ce, and yet you colluded with him."
"I understand," Li Rui said, "I have already written a letter to Xianxian, and I will make it up to her bit by bit."
He paused for a moment, looking at Qiu Qianyun and sighed gently.
"What's wrong?"
Li Rui smiled and said, "It seems you have finally forgiven me. Now I truly understand, in your heart, your children always come first, followed by me, your husband."