What matter?
Tang Yige was puzzled.
"Marriage," Si Nan said.
Tang Yige froze.
A few seconds later, she understood.
He wanted her to promise not to bring up his marriage with Tang Ruan anymore.
Thinking of those years he was married to Tang Ruan, his harsh attitude towards her; Yige's little face tugged slightly, and she took her hand off his neck, eyes downcast in silence.
Si Nan furrowed his brows, tilted her chin up with his finger, making her look at him, his gaze earnest, "I'm sorry."
Tang Yige pursed her lips, somewhat angry, "I said don't say sorry again!"
"Okay, okay, I won't say it. Don't be angry, okay?" Si Nan gently coaxed.
Tang Yige tightened her brows, resentfully lifted her eyes to look at Si Nan, "I always feel that I forgive you too easily. Think about it with your conscience, how nasty you were to me at first, how harsh and cutting your words were!"
"Yes, yes, yes, my fault, my fault..."
