Fu Shiyan lowered his gaze, "I'm sorry."
An Yan looked at him indifferently, "Ayan, don't you think you've said 'I'm sorry' too many times to me lately? I think we should take a break and calm down. Otherwise, I might hear those three words every day."
Fu Shiyan frowned, "That's not possible."
"Ayan, every time I see Mu Yingying clinging to you, it burns my eyes. It feels like I've swallowed a dead fly."
"There won't be a next time, Yanyan, believe me." Fu Shiyan held her shoulders, "Yanyan, I can't change what happened in the past. Trust me, I'll handle everything properly."
An Yan let out a long sigh through her nose, then raised her eyes to look at him, "One last chance."
Fu Shiyan hugged her tightly, as if she were a treasure regained, afraid that she would disappear if he let go.
Hospital parking lot.
Bi Chong put on a white coat and a mask before getting out of the car.