"Look, I'm such a bad person. Is it too much to trample on your sincerity? So, are you still going to feel sorry for me?"
Ji Qing bit her lips stubbornly, but tears still streamed down her face.
"I really didn't do it on purpose."
"Yes, I know. So you don't have to blame yourself."
Although his voice was cold, his words still sounded a little misleading.
It could be said to be a form of comfort.
But how could Ji Fengmian comfort her?
As expected, Ji Fengmian smirked and took a step back. He lowered his gaze to the petals on the ground and sneered.
"But you really should think about it. Sometimes, your self-blame might just be a bother to others."
In addition to her sadness and grievance, Ji Qing was also puzzled.
Impatience flashed across Ji Fengmian's eyes. They really didn't get along.
