Lu Yan's tears continued to fall.
I tried to comfort her. "Lu Yan, isn't this a good thing? You can finally let go of the burden on your heart. You don't need to feel guilty anymore."
Through her tears, Lu Yan asked me, "But what about me? What's the point of me suffering those nightmares and torments? Why can't she just tell me? She could have sent a message to tell me that she was safe. Why couldn't she be honest with me? Why did she insist on tormenting my conscience?"
I had no answer. Mai Qi had no answer too. We were not Ye Qian. Even though we were familiar with Ye Qian's character, we could not speak on her behalf.
All we could do was to sympathize with Lu Yan.
When Lu Yan left, she looked dazed. I was worried so I had the driver send her back to the dorm.
After sending Lu Yan off, I looked at Mai Qi.
She was lying on the sofa with a pillow in her arms.
