"You sit down for a bit, I'll go get you a glass of water... Ah, I forgot to buy some fruit on the way back..."
Returning home, Shen Mochen prattled on as he took a bottle of water from the fridge for Han Muxue.
"There's no need to pity me anymore..."
Han Muxue took the water with a murmur, head hung low. The light in the living room was dim, and her fringe cast a shadow across her face.
"What did you say?" Shen Mochen asked in response.
"I know... you pity me, I'm sorry to you."
Han Muxue's hands shook as she clenched the water bottle, almost unable to hold it. She seemed to be straining to speak, but her voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible unless listened to carefully.
"What's wrong, I don't feel like you have done anything to apologize to me for." Shen Mochen gently caressed Han Muxue's cheek.
Han Muxue shook her head vigorously; her hair flew about: "Don't touch me, listen to me first... Anyway, she has already told you..."
"Who told me?" Shen Mochen asked.
