C1883 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1810
Yan Mingyao kneeled on the ground, "I was wrong, I really shouldn't have hit you. Please forgive me."
She turned around and coldly looked at the man kneeling on the ground. She did her best to withdraw her hand and left without looking back.
There was no one on the street, and the district was even more quiet. It was cold at night, she wasn't wearing her coat, she was shivering