After a while, Xia Weiyi's expression stabilized quite a bit, and her gaze regained some focus. She let out a breath, and although she still harbored deep feelings, it was as if she had come to a lot of realizations.
"Two years ago, many things were not as you all imagined. Moreover, Ziliang has been gone for so long. I do not want to continue harboring this resentment any longer; this hatred has already made me miss out on too much."
"Ye Che. He loved me, he did not want to kill Ziliang, I believe that if he knew from beyond the grave that I'm living well now, he would certainly bless me."
Pausing for a moment, Xia Weiyi looked at Xu Zhiye with a pleading gaze.
"Xu Zhiye, you were my senior, and perhaps you will take Ziliang's side, but the dead cannot be brought back to life. I hope that we won't mention him anymore in the future."
"What if he were still alive?"
A sudden question left Xia Weiyi stunned.
"What? Who is alive?"
