"No, I am guilty. It's just that you don't know," said Rong Qi. She felt like crying, her eyes turning slightly red as she looked at a nearby vase. However, she managed to suppress her tears.
Rong Qi had always told herself that only losers shed tears. Crying was a sign of weakness.
Ye Nanshen held Rong Qi tightly in his arms, his hands gripping her slightly cool ones, providing her warmth.
Rong Qi couldn't understand why she was feeling so sentimental today, speaking so much. Perhaps it was because seeing her ugliest side exposed and the unwavering support from He Jinghan and Lu Chengzhou had moved her. Or perhaps it was the sense of unprecedented security that Ye Nanshen's presence had given her.
Among all Rong Qi's identities, Shanon was the ugliest. She had always believed that. Shanon didn't deserve anyone's affection or appreciation. Rong Qi detested this identity.
