Hearing what Zhao Yang said, Tan Xinya's eyes glinted. She suddenly leaned forward and caressed Zhao Yang's hair, startling the guy.
He lifted his head and glared at Tan Xinya, looking wary. "What are you– "
"I'm sorry if I am rude." Tan Xinya smiled calmly. "But you see…" she paused before softening her tone.
"If Jia Biyu was here. She would be happy seeing how much you love her."
The woman had a thin smile on her face. Her voice suddenly became so soothing to the ear, sounding peaceful and pleasant.
"She would smile and say: Thank you. For loving me to this day."
Her last sentence just tugged Zhao Yang's heartstring. The man's eyes wavered. A drop of tear slid down his left cheek.
"...I see. I see…"
'Biyu...will you really be happy? Are you happy now? Even though I'm the one who killed you...even though I can't protect you. You don't blame me?'
TING! [Barometer rises.]
