"Also, Shasha, we've been sisters for so many years, please talk to Brother Zhiye for me. Tell him not to blame Ye Che, and not to hate him. He was a bit impulsive the other day, and anyway—" She paused for a moment, Xia Weiyi took a deep breath: "I want to apologize to him on behalf of Ye Che, say sorry to him, is that okay?"
After Xia Weiyi finished speaking, there was complete silence on the other end of the phone.
Because she couldn't fathom Shasha's thoughts, Xia Weiyi became extremely nervous, her palms constantly fiddling with the buttons on her clothes. After a while, Shasha's voice came through from the other end, laden with a somewhat sinister laugh.
"Huh, Xia Weiyi, sometimes I really don't know what's going on in your mind. You know better than anyone that if you hadn't rushed over to stop Ye Che that day, Brother Zhiye would probably be dead by now. And here you are, trying to brush it off with a simple 'sorry' as if that will settle everything?"
