Qinghe and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths. All their previous efforts had been in vain. They had long noticed that Li Xiangyang couldn't harden his heart, but his eyes held no hint of ambiguity. Seeing her upset, he seemed merely pitiful; he really seemed to care for her as if she were his sister, just as he had said. Now, unable to bear it, all his previous harsh words were in vain.
Li Xiangyang wished he could slap himself hard, and even poke his eyes out twice. It served you right, served you right. Why did you look at somebody you shouldn't have? Now, here we are, back to the old ways.
