On the damp and worn-out bed.
Ji Baixin's voice filled with agony echoed.
She stared straight at Yin Qin, her eyes red to their rims, tears raining down like a storm.
Who knew what she had gone through last night!
Who knew the depth of her despair.
How much she had longed for Yin Qin to show up, how much she had wished for him to come, but he didn't.
She knew he had ignored a multitude of her calls, not answering a single one.
Until now...
Until now, only after everything had happened, did he deign to show up!
What use was it for him to come now?!
Yin Qin looked at Ji Baixin's state, suppressing an immense sadness within. He too wished he could kill himself to undo everything that Ji Baixin had endured.
He said, "I'm sorry."
Besides an apology, he didn't know what else he could do.
He simply didn't know what he could do!
Ji Baixin bit her lips.
Her lips had turned pale.
She was trying hard to hold back a violently shaking body.
