"I was wrong." Fu Nancheng admitted sincerely and kissed her forehead.
Qiao Mo's tears flowed even more fiercely, her small fists pounding on his chest, "Bastard! Do you know how scared I was, how much pain I felt~ sob sob..."
"There won't be a next time." He raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
Fu Nancheng cursed Yan Jiu in his heart, it was all this bastard's bad idea.
But indeed, he always wanted to make it up to her with a proposal, and another wedding.
Seeing her still sobbing lightly, Fu Nancheng said warmly, "Actually, lying in bed pretending to be dead for a week wasn't easy either."
"You're too much! I won't marry you!" Qiao Mo's eyes, nose, and mouth were all red with anger.
"Too late, we've already got the certificate."
"Even if we have, we can still divorce, it's not like we haven't before..."
"Then let's stamp it again."
