Zhao Zhenzhen knew full well that what Liu De liked about her was her gentleness; her apology came out tearfully and shakily, with a trace of vulnerability.
The look she gave Liu De was filled with immense concern as she held his face and wept.
"Husband, I'm sorry... Does it hurt? How about you hit me instead? You can hit me, okay? I shouldn't have hit you... Sob sob... I just got carried away because I was provoked. You know I've been pampered by my parents since I was little, I've hardly ever suffered. I was just scared earlier."
Zhao Zhenzhen cried in such a pitiable and hearbreaking way.
Liu De was a bit of a male chauvinist, and the sight of her looking so pitiable immediately made him feel sorry for her, he couldn't bring himself to hit her.
He told himself not to quarrel with a woman, especially since she was his wife.
So, Liu De suppressed his anger.
And turned around to comfort Zhao Zhenzhen, "Don't cry, I'm not angry."
