He could have investigated that night's incident further, even if those people were killed, he had a way to find out.
Then, he wouldn't have to be separated from Xuxu, and he wouldn't have missed Qiao Yi's birth and growth.
Once he thought about it, Lu Moqing's heart was once again pierced with thousands of knives.
Qiao Xu saw Lu Moqing's gloomy face and his furrowed eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking about.
As she was wondering about it, she suddenly felt her hand at her side being tightly gripped by a warm hand, with quite a bit of force.
She looked up at him abruptly and saw deeply ingrained self-blame and apology on his face. He spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I'm sorry."
This was not the first time Lu Moqing apologized to her, but at this moment, when she saw the strong self-blame in his deep black eyes, she felt a strange emotion.
She didn't know how to respond to him.
To say it doesn't matter? She's not a saint, she can't be that magnanimous.
