Xiang Wan suddenly hugged Shi Nian'an tightly, releasing all the emotions she had repressed in her heart for so long in an instant.
She laid bare everything about herself without reservation. Shi Nian'an was her first friend, her only friend, and she hoped that someone would listen to her sorrows and offer her comfort.
Upon learning about Xiang Wan's experiences, Shi Nian'an's eyes reddened with pity. Usually talkative, at the moment she found herself unable to voice any comforting words and could only gently pat Xiang Wan's back.
Xiang Wan sobbed, "I don't know what to do anymore. Every time I get close to Zuo Xingyun, I think about how he caused my father's death. I want to reject his kindness; I feel it's a crime to get along with the person who killed my dad. But on the other hand, I doubt it was him. He's been as attentive as ever, leaving me wavering. He never denied it from the beginning. If it wasn't him, why doesn't he deny it?"
