Luo Zhenjie forced himself to sit up from his bed. He looked up at Qin Jia'er and said," Jia' er, I'm sorry. I know it was me that day. I don't want to hit you. I do n' t understand why I can't control my emotions. "I used to despise men who hit women, but now..."
A pained expression appeared on Luo Zhenjie face, and tears fell down. "Jia'er, I know you wo n' t forgive me. You'll even look down on me. "I don't want it, I really do n' t want it..."
Luo Zhenjie held Qin Jia'er hand and cried.
Qin Jia'er did n' t know what to say. In fact, that slap really made her have no good feelings for Luo Zhenjie. She felt that she would never want to see this man again in her entire life.
"Jia'er, do you know? As long as I thought of how I hurt you, I would feel like dying! I think you won't pay at
