Ye Junqing grabbed her hand which was covering her face, and gently reassured her, "No one's dead, who said someone's dead? It's not lifelong misfortune, it was never a lifelong misfortune, how could you think like that?"
"How could no one be dead, that fool, that idiot, no matter what I told him, he wouldn't listen. I couldn't save him, no matter how hard I tried. Why wouldn't he listen to me? Why did he have to interfere in things that had nothing to do with him? Why did he have to show off?"
Her hand was pried open, she then grabbed onto the man's clothes, and buried her head in his chest, biting her teeth to prevent her cries from escaping. But her back was trembling slightly from the effort to restrain herself.
She felt really guilty, an overwhelming guilt and self-blame.
