I took her to the reception room. I frowned to her and asked: "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to apologize to you. I'm sorry."
We had known each other for two years, and this was the first time that Bernice had apologized to me.
Her makeup couldn't hide the tiredness on her face. The dark shadow under her eyes showed that she didn't sleep well last night. She might even cry.
But what does these have to do with me?
I looked into her gem-like eyes and said indifferently: "I accept your apology."
"Really?"
"We have nothing to do with each other anymore. It doesn't matter whether I accept it or not."
Bernice bit her lip and asked: "You... you still won't forgive me?"
"What matters is not that I don't want to forgive you, but I don't love you anymore. You say that you love freedom, I'll give you then." I said coldly, "From today on, you can camp with whoever you want. You can find a few bromeo. It has nothing to do with me."
Bernice's eyes turned red in an instant. She pursed her red lips tightly, and her mouth were even trembling slightly: "I've already said that I didn't have any relationship with Ryan. We're just friends!"