Xie Ai said nothing and only stared at the three tied-up people on their chairs. He hadn't been a good person for the past few months, and he knew he was kind of selfish. So whatever the man spoke of was correct.
He shouldn't be feeling this guilty in his heart. He shouldn't feel choked up in his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe.
No, how could he not feel sad? It was all his fault in the first place.
Xie Ai's entire being hurt. He caused so many people to suffer because of him. He didn't deserve to lead a good life.
His heart started to go down the depressing path as he stood there and watched his former colleagues and friends suffering. Finally, he opened his mouth and spoke with difficulty in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."
