"... I'm sorry. I know nothing I say now will matter, you were right to scold me, I really owe you an apology." Zhang Ziwen was a bit dejected, feeling that he should take responsibility for his comrade who shared his ordeal.
"Hmph, saying sorry to me is useless. What I want you to remember is that once lost, a thousand apologies too late." An Yun looked at his self-reproaching expression, feeling a little sympathy, but it was quickly diluted by the emotional debt he owed. She reminded herself that this jerk didn't deserve her pity.
