At first he did not want to admit it, but later he was unwilling to admit it. However, he couldn't deceive himself. He knew very well in his heart that she had really gone, dead indeed.
It was he who caused her death. It was all his fault.
Ye Hao put Xixi in his arms back in the sofa. The moment he released his hands, he sat on the floor, dejected, as though he had been hollowed out all his strength.
Normally, he was cruel, tough and unpredictable, but at his moment, he could no longer hide his inner grief and despair.
He covered his eyes with his hands, seemingly afraid that his daughter would see him so haggard and upset. The tears in his eyes could no longer be held but burst out at this moment.
(Sorry! Yanyan, I'm really sorry! Sorry!)
He kept saying sorry, several times in a row.
Now he didn't know what he could do except for saying sorry.
