For the next few minutes, only loud cries could be heard through the room. Rong Yixuan looked at his sweetheart and his heart ached every time, he saw those tears in her eyes. Her cries were like sharp daggers going at his heart. He so wanted to go to her, take her in his arms, wipe her tears away, and comfort her.
But, he knew, this was her moment. That was her space and he didn't belong there. He didn't know the depths of the relationship between Su Yanruo and Jing Mingzhi, but he knew enough to stay out of it. They had a bond so pure, so deeply connected, that stepping in their space was equal to defiling their relationship.
Taking one last look in the room, he chose to go out and leave them alone for a while.
"Painter Brother, painter brother.... I am sorry. I am so sorry, It's all my fault. It's all because of me... waah..... I am so sorry," Su Yanruo cried.
