Sympathy?
How could he possibly be feeling sympathy? After so many years, it could be said that he had watched her grow up and transform bit by bit. There was no doubt about the feelings in it. If it wasn’t for her sudden confession, he thought.., they would still be able to get along as harmoniously as before.
She was making a scene, he was laughing.
No matter how she acted coquettishly, he would dote on her.
“It’s not sympathy.”He hugged her tightly, his gaze touching the scar on her shoulder. His heart tightened, and he pulled up his clothes to cover it for her. He averted his gaze and did not dare to look at her again.
He was afraid that if he looked at her again, he would feel more remorse and self-blame in his heart.
It was very obvious that his action of averting his gaze had caused her to misunderstand. Wu Xuewei slowly closed her eyes, and teardrops rolled down silently. If it was not sympathy, then what was it?
Pity for her?
