Mo Nanjue's index finger slid over the rim of the cup, picking up some water stains. His voice was deep, "You have nothing to apologize to me for."
Su Qingtian stood up upon seeing this, grabbed some tissues, and wiped the water stains off his fingertips.
Mo Nanjue raised his head, meeting Su Qingtian's gaze. Her face instantly turned red. The unique masculine aura he exuded filled the room. She felt that the seven years of waiting and holding on were worth it.
Su Qingtian looked forward every day, wondering when he would return, when she could see him again...
This was also the reason she could persist in the Mo Family.
Even if he was ruthless and didn't take her away at the time, even if he never came back in this lifetime, but at least she had hope, hoping for that day.
Su Qingtian stared at his hand; his long, attractive fingers had once been her chasing dream.
"Second Young Master, have you been well in China these seven years?"
