A quiet night.
Yin Qin listened as Song Zhizhi spoke in an eerily calm voice about Luo Xiaolang's situation.
"She waited all day, but you did not come. You didn't even come to apologize. But I believe, being as kind as she is, Luo Xiaolang will not hold it against you, you can hurt her without restraint." Song Zhizhi suppressed her emotions, her tone bitter with sarcasm.
Yin Qin, in fact, wished that Luo Xiaolang would hate him.
Hating him might make him feel a little better.
At least she wouldn't have to feel so guilty—so guilty about hurting such a beautiful and kind-hearted girl.
