"I'm sorry."
The man froze, a beat late in realizing what the young man had said.
Huh?
What?
This young man was apologizing to him?!
Why?
Wait...
He was apologizing to him, right?
The man turned to look around.
Yeah.
There was no one else nearby.
The young man had been talking to him.
This didn't make sense.
"Why are you apologizing to me?"
The man asked outright.
"If anyone should apologize, it should be me—"
The man paused.
All right.
Although he'd been the victim a moment ago, the cup that had rolled to the young man's feet was indeed his "masterpiece"...
If anyone was going to apologize—
The problem was, that cup hadn't hit the young man.
It had only rolled right in front of him, hadn't it?
What was the big deal?
Right?
So what did he have to apologize for?
The man felt justified again.
Xiao Xiao smiled faintly.
"This cup is mine."
This cup...
Belonged to this young man?
Wait...
Suspicion crept across the man's face.
Did that mean...
A lightbulb went on in his head.
"You're the one who hit me just now?!"
The man shouted.
Xiao Xiao gave a slight nod.
"Yes."
"I'm very sorry."
"Are you all right?"
The other man's good attitude immediately defused him.
After all this time, his forehead didn't hurt much anymore, either.
He pursed his lips.
"I'm fine."
"Forget it."
"Since you admitted your mistake and apologized so sincerely, I'll let it go."
Otherwise, he would have insisted that the young man go with him to the hospital and get his head checked.
What if he had a concussion?
Right?
"Be more careful next time."
The man warned him.
"Not everyone will be as easygoing as me."
"If they demand