"You don't have to apologize." Pag Gar's expression was somewhat cold. "It was all my fault that night. It had nothing to do with you."
Pag Gar directly took all the responsibility upon herself.
Samuel Thompson hung his head low, almost unable to catch his breath due to the fact that his lack of responsibility had wiped away a young, precious life.
He was a man.
And now.
He was even less than a woman.
Even Pag Gar could face the problem directly.
But he never had the courage.
If.
If he had contacted Pag Gar earlier, the situation wouldn't have turned out like this.
He regretted it.
Samuel Thompson now deeply regretted it.
It's never too late to mend the fence after a sheep is lost.
At this point, he couldn't afford to continue making mistakes.
With this in mind, Samuel Thompson looked at Pag Gar and said, "Pag Gar, let's get married! I'll immediately talk to my parents about the wedding after I get back."
