Ai Zhiyi slowly turned his face to a different side. He knew it was all his fault; he had messed up things all this time without being able to account for it.
If he didn't left, perhaps his brother and Chu Xinian would have ended up becoming husband and wife and lived merrily in the future.
If only he wasn't selfish, perhaps he, his brother, and their father could have a more harmonious relationship and Chu Weixu could live a prosperous life with his figurative family.
However, this was the fact they had to accept. And with their arrogancy, he and Chu Weixu never felt like they had to regret anything.
Unable to comfort his brother, Ai Zhiyi could only keep lamenting and blaming himself regretfully.
"I'm sorry. It was all my fault."
