Huo Sihan stood, a tall, imposing figure against the floor-to-ceiling window. His icy gaze, as dark and spreading as spilled ink, was both merciless and dangerous. "Do you really think an apology is going to fix this? You should leave." Tears streamed down Zhong Lihua’s face. “Sihan, please,” she pleaded, “I’m begging you. Your Uncle Zhou and I held you when you were just a boy. Zhenyu is our only