Ji Yemo stared at her without blinking.
She was still very beautiful; at twenty-seven, she was even more dazzling and breathtaking than she had been at sixteen.
Bright, lively eyes, rosy lips curved in a smile, and between her brows and lashes it was as if starlight was shimmering.
"Xixia, I asked you to come here today to apologize."
Ruan Xixia was slightly taken aback and looked at Ji Yemo.
His expression was serious, sincere, without a trace of levity.
She heard her own voice trembling slightly. "Apologize for what?"
"To apologize for the eleven years in which I failed you."
"To apologize for the eleven years in which I owed you."
"To apologize for falling for you later than the sixteen-year-old Ruan Xixia did."
Ji Yemo's low voice began to turn hoarse. His enunciation was clear, but he spoke very slowly, word by word, utterly earnest.
Ruan Xixia's eyes reddened.
Ji Yemo's voice went on:
