He knew very well that back then, he was just jealous. It was a sign of immaturity.
Unconsciously, he had lost his heart. He had asked after her well-being in the cold and warmth, his intentions genuine, not perfunctory. But after her trip to Jun City, the ambiguous relationship between her and Third Brother had saddened him, and he had fallen into a trap of his own making.
He knew he had hurt her, everything was his fault.
"I'm sorry..." Dong Huiying sniffled, burying her face in his chest, choking up, "I shouldn't have been so wilful." If she hadn't left, Shujun, Haoming, and Yue Ning wouldn't have suffered so much in search for her.
Now, she had lost Shujun.
The tears she had managed to stop began to threaten again at the thought of Shujun, and her nose soured anew.
