Song Yansheng hung up Yu Yao's call, then turned to his young wife beside him and said, "We're going to see Mother soon. We should reconcile. I apologize for what I've done wrong, but I assure you, I've never done anything to wrong you!"
Shi Nuan's eyes flickered, and the suffocating feeling in her chest seemed to dissipate significantly in an instant.
Isn't this the main reason for the sulking these past two days?
Just one sentence from him was enough—just as long as he said it, she would believe him.
Shi Nuan felt a bit of a sting in her nose, but she held back her emotions and didn't let them show. She turned her eyes and said softly, "We didn't have a fight, so there's no need to reconcile!"
Song Yansheng was momentarily stunned, then laughed. Indeed, it seemed right to say that. Without a fight, there was no need for reconciliation. They were fine all along.
Always fine.
