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"Really... I'm sorry, I owe you all."

Lin Xiyu's voice reached Jiang Muyu's eardrums, so sad and regretful.

"..."

In front of Lin Xiyu who started to sob softly, Jiang Muyu didn't know what to say for a while.

Say forgiveness?
Sorry, she really doesn't have that much tolerance.

A woman who has framed herself countless times, now a simple sorry will erase all her faults together?
She asked herself that she was not some good-natured saint.

If she had a choice, she would just say one thing... I don't forgive.

It's okay to apologize, but she can also choose not to forgive.

……

Coming out of the prison, Jiang Muyu had a weird expression all the time, and Huo Dashao was also silent all the way.

Neither of them said a word along the way.

"Master Huo, how do you feel about Lin Xiyu's apology this time?"

When he was about to enter the door, Jiang Muyu stopped and stretched out his hand to tug on his clothes.

Huo Beicheng turned to look at her, with hints and doubts in his eyes.

"Although she said she was sorry, I still don't like her." Jiang Muyu smacked her mouth and said in a deep voice.

Looking at the expression on Huo Dashao's face, she was a little worried whether he would think she was cruel.

After all, she knew that Lin Yanxiu had saved him, and he had always taken good care of Lin Xiyu for so many years, even because of this matter, they had misunderstood for so many years.

She knew that he still cared about that life.

……

Under the backlight of the light, the man's sharp-edged face showed no expression.

Jiang Muyu didn't see the coldness in his eyes, nor did he notice that when Lin Yanxiu was mentioned, his palms suddenly tightened.

Huo Beicheng looked down at the little woman standing in front of him. Her slightly protruding abdomen gave off an obvious pregnancy smell all over her body. The warm yellow street lamp shone on her chubby little face, making her look so soft and graceful.

But at this moment, her brows were tightly frowned.

Is she worried?
"Xiao Yi, I don't care if you like other people or not." He raised his hand and rubbed between her brows with a bit of doting.

He didn't like the way she frowned.

Jiang Muyu was taken aback, "You don't think I...um, cruel?"

"Cruel? You make me worry every time you soften your heart." First Young Master Huo pulled her into his arms, hugged her waist and whispered, "Xiaoyi, you don't have to worry about this."

Others are ruthless, maybe he will have some ideas.

Only her, he only hoped that she could protect him well and be more ruthless so that she could stay by his side, then he... would rather she not be so soft-hearted.

Jiang Muyu lowered her head and rubbed against his arms.

Huo Beicheng rubbed the top of her hair, and Xiao Yi, who likes to be stubborn, said, "Go back and give you yogurt cake, okay?"

The little girl who was still rubbing her head raised her head, blinked her eyes brightly, "Okay!"

……

The two had just entered the door when they heard a voice in front of them: "Did you see someone?"

Jiang Muyu looked up, and immediately showed a look of surprise.

"Sister Yanran? Why... are you discharged from the hospital?"

At this moment, the woman sitting in the living room drinking tea opposite Su Xiangyu was Han Yanran who was supposed to be in the hospital.

And half of the face is wrapped in gauze, and it can be seen how extensive the scars on a face are.

Han Yanran raised her eyebrows and looked at her with a smile: "I came to see you!"