Zhiyuan lifted his gaze and stared into her misty irises. What always reflected pain and sorrow in them were now filled with love and warmth.
"Indeed that was a difficult time for me," she whispered.
Zhiyuan slightly shook.
"I wanted to love Siying, but I couldn't. But you know, Zhiyuan? I really understand your position because trust me. It would have been impossible for me, too, to fall in love with someone else had I married him. There might be no excuses to make for that night on your part. You called her name, and it broke my heart."
He lowered his gaze and pain welled within him, thinking of the darkest night that has ruined everything between them.
"But it was my fault that I indirectly brought us to that stage."
He jolted and looked at her in shock. "Don't be stupid, Xinyi. Why are you blaming yourself?"
She silently stared at him.
