Nangong Ze stood by the hospital room, looking at Song Enyan's pale and weak face, her eyes already brimming with red veins.
"Yanyan, I'm sorry..."
Nangong Ze held her small hand in both of his, pressing it to his lips, his face full of self-blame and pain.
He knew that if Lin Yingying hadn't sent her the engagement invitation, which upset her, she wouldn't have gone to the bar to drown her sorrows tonight and wouldn't have encountered danger!
Nangong Ze regretted it deeply. Last night, he should have immediately explained the situation with the engagement invitation to her.
Then today's events wouldn't have happened!
However, the girl he has longed for all these years, her distrust of his feelings, has left him somewhat sad and lost.
"Yanyan, I promised you that I wouldn't get engaged to Lin Yingying. Why can't you trust me?"
