Zhang Yuan tightened his arms around Zhang Fumin as her tears soaked into his shoulder.
The soft tremor of her sobs reverberated through his chest, filling him with both guilt and an overwhelming tenderness.
He stroked her back gently, his voice soft, "Fumin… I truly am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."
Her cries intensified, and she raised her head to glare at him, her eyes puffy and red yet still holding that deep blue allure that he found so captivating.
She slapped his chest, not with force but with the frustration of years of unspoken emotions. "Sorry? SORRY?!" she spat, her voice shaking.
"You think one 'sorry' can erase all the pain I've endured? Watching you with your other women, wondering if you'd ever look at me the same way? Do you even understand what I've gone through, Yuan'er?!"
He flinched at her words but kept holding her close, unwilling to let her go. "I am sorry I didn't notice your feelings."