"But you still fell in love," Meng Yanxi picked up Xia Ning's words, his throat turning bitter, yet he kept his tone as if nothing had happened, asking calmly, "What made you stop loving him later on?"
"Because I realized no matter how perfect I was, he would never love me. He already had someone else in his heart, and I had seen that girl..." Xia Ning pursed her lips, a guilty expression surfacing, her hands nervously twining together: "I even... envied that girl... Out of jealousy, I almost did something irreversible."
"Since it was almost, that means you didn't do anything," Meng Yanxi's voice paused slightly, becoming even gentler: "You really shouldn't be too hard on yourself."
Xia Ning looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her eyes moist: "But... I hurt her."
