Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  That arm pulled open the elevator door which was about to close.

  Nan Zhi’s pupils shrank when she saw the man chasing over hurriedly.

  The usually exquisite man, at this moment was not even wearing shoes, but ran out in a pair of socks.

  There was a faint stubble over his handsome jaw, his black hair hung messily over his forehead and his skin was so pale.

  His thin lips were pursed and his eyes were red. His expression of wanting to look at her, but somehow not daring to, was far from his usual menacing, arrogant and cruel expression.

  For some reason, it made her pause.

  This time, he looked like a primary school student who did something wrong.

  Nan Zhi frowned. She really could not understand him. Now that he had found his beloved woman, why was he showing remorse and nervousness in front of her?

  “Mu Sihan, why did you chase after me? Do you want to humiliate me or warn me to never appear before you again?”


  The man’s dark pupils shrank and the hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands protruded.

  He opened his thin lips and uttered three words in a very hoarse voice, “I am sorry.” The reason he had acted like he had lost his memory was to see her attitude towards him.

  He knew that she still cared about him. It was just that she could not forgive him for the hurt he had caused her.

  His eyes were red, his thin face tensed, and a crestfallen aura emanated from him.

  Nan Zhi felt puzzled by his sudden apology.

  That night when he had chased her out of his car with those heartless words, there was no hint of remorse at all. He simply hadn’t cared. And when they met at the mall, he even fought over clothes with her for his beloved Xue’er.

  Why was he apologizing to her all of a sudden?

  Was it because of the fall?

  Did he really knock his head out?

  Nan Zhi stared at him for a while, thinking of how he had caused all the ups and downs she had felt recently, her eyes reddened and she said in a cold voice, “I don’t need you to apologize anymore. Like I told you that day I slapped you in the mall, we are over. Since you have chosen Xue’er, stay with her.

  “Mu Sihan, I’m not obligated to you in this world. You know, if I’m willing, I have no shortage of pursuers.” She was not the kind of person who would feel like dying after being hurt. Although she couldn’t stop the feelings and avoid feeling upset, time healed all scars.

  And besides, she only liked him, it was not to the point of being overwhelmed by grief!

  Hearing her words, the man’s pupils constricted and the sounds of his knuckles cracking could be heard in the quiet space.

  The elevator door closed again and went down.

  The man was silent for a while before squeezing out a few words, “I’m sick.”


  Nan Zhi wanted to laugh. From the day she knew him, he had bipolar disorder and was never normal.

  Her lips twisted into a bitter smirk. “And so?”


  Mu Sihan looked at her with his dark eyes. Before the elevator reached the first floor and opened, he pressed the sixth floor again, his tall body approaching her step by step.

  Nan Zhi looked at his gaze and gestures turning aggressive suddenly and she subconsciously moved back a few steps.

  Seeing that she was afraid and resisting his approach, his heart felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible black hand.

  It was painful.

  After he woke up, he learned that Xue’er had returned, but he had no memory of what had happened the past few days while he was having the fever.

  But from Yi Fan’s words, he knew that during his fever, Ye Qing’s personality came out and hurt his kitten again.

  He suppressed the pain in his heart, lowered his eyes and muttered, “I’m a sick person. Kitten, do you still want me?”