Pei Qinshan's heart ached deeply as memories of Tang Zhixi danced hauntingly in his mind as he looked at his hands from which he had removed every precious memory of hers from that home, Pei Xingcheng, and her loving abode. Wrapped in guilt and anger at himself, he was engulfed by a sense of loss that weighed heavily on him.
Observing his friend's distress, Lu Jin let out a soft sigh. "Qinshan, you need to stop blaming yourself. You acted in Pei Xingcheng's best interest, and I truly believe Tang Zhixi would have understood your decision."
Pei Qinshan didn't reply.
"But, Qinshan, what made you do this?" Lu Jin asked curiously.
