In this world, no medicine can cure regret. Even if He Zhilan wishes for her own death out of remorse, it serves no purpose.
She has no strength left to figure out why Gu En is out to get her, nor does she have any right to voice her grievances before He Teng. Thinking back to last night, all her fears don't compare to the fear she feels right now due to He Teng's accusations.
She's genuinely scared that after this incident, He Teng would see all her changes as nothing more than pretense, and all the feelings between them would evaporate.
Once trust is broken, even He Zhilan doesn't know how to mend it.
He Teng stands aside, watching with cold and silent eyes.
He Zhilan's heart sinks so low, it's almost in the dust. All she can do is reach up, slowly, tentatively, trying to grasp He Teng's hand. But just as her fingertips are about to make contact, He Teng suddenly moves away. Her empty hand hangs in mid-air, He Zhilan watches, her tears no longer under control.
"Brother..."
