Xiaojue is still Xiaojue, but I am no longer myself.
She lowered her head, suddenly feeling ashamed.
From the beginning until now, Xiaojue has never changed. It's always been me who hesitates and gives up. Just like now, I'm holding these heavy keys in my hand. Xiaojue has already done so much, but what have I done for him? I even forgot his birthday, yet a few harsh words from his mother made me want to break up again.
Huang Xiaojue saw her looking down, her fingers fidgeting. He slowly reached out and took her hand.
She looked up. Her eyes were misty, and her voice was very low. "Xiaojue… I'm sorry."
He chuckled, relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Xixi, I'm telling you now, this time I'm really going to be selfish. After the new shop opens, you'll have to quit your job and manage it."
"I've already written my resignation letter."
