Gu Xiaoxi bit her lip.
Looking at Fu Qiuyi's face full of regret, her heart was somewhat moved.
But it was only a little bit, that slight feeling, like the last red glow lingering in the sky before sunset.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.
It wasn't his fault that he abandoned her.
But now, he had a lover, he had children.
What right did he have to talk about compensating her?
Without a complete family, even if he gave her a lot of money, it wouldn't make up for the regret in her heart.
Because, in his home, there simply wasn't a place for her.
"Let's hear it! How do you plan to make it up to me?" Gu Xiaoxi tried to look nonchalant. She crossed her legs and picked up the whiskey from the table, pouring herself a glass.
The amber liquid deepened the shade of her eyes, and even her pale fingers became clenched with a cold hardness.