"There is."
"Which one?"
Qiao Yin lowered her head again, "It's all in the past, I won't make that kind of mistake again."
Lu Lingche looked at her dejected demeanor and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He stood up, embraced Qiao Yin in his arms, and said in a low voice, "No matter which it is, I don't blame you. The one at fault is me, Qiao Yin."
Qiao Yin leaned against him, feeling the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, and took a gentle breath.
She was slowly letting go.
She had found the reason why he didn't like her. Even she didn't like herself back then, so how could she demand his affection?
The resentment from the divorce had even started to fade, and her grudges were lessening.
She thought for a moment, then raised her hand to Lu Lingche's wrist, performing a pulse diagnosis.
