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Qiao Chutian reached out and gently touched her hair, saying, "That wasn't your fault. If curses had that much power, all the bad people in the world would have died unnatural deaths. His death was just an accident, and it has nothing to do with you."
"I know, but I just can't get over it. I always feel like his death is related to me."
Mai Xiaomai sobbed softly, "I was just too narrow-minded at the time. He wanted to break up; I should have wished him well instead of cursing him so viciously."
Qiao Chutian attempted to comfort her but didn't know what to say.
In the end, the two fell into silence again until Xiaomai's mother came in and called out, "Xiaomai, have you finished packing your things?"
Mai Xiaomai quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and answered with a choked voice, "Almost."
