Jinhai stood there, motionless as every word from Huian's mouth made sense to him.
He knew her pain and grief. In the cemetery, when Nana had told him about her past, he had seen how recalling and retelling it was badly affecting her. It felt as if she went back to the night, going through that horror all over again.
And even then, he was the one who put her through that experience again.
Jinhai should have been the one who understood her the most and who always should have protected her.
He was the first person with whom Nana had shared that incident. Nana had laid her heart bare in front of him. Her fears, her anxiousness, her reality; everything was out in front of him.
But he forced her to experience her worst fear yet again.
He didn't want to be so weak in front of Huian, but he couldn't control his tears.
