Xue Ye spoke of matters as if they were light and ethereal, but Mu Mian knew that the truth was not that simple.
She grabbed Xue Ye's hand, her eyes already misting over with a deep fog, "Xue Ye, I'm sorry. I brought you pain."
Mu Mian now regretted so deeply that it felt like her guts were turning green; she knew from the start that she didn't deserve happiness. Why did she give Xue Ye hope?
Xue Ye looked at the sparkling light on the water, the wind blowing over the blue lake carried a touch of coolness.
"Mianmian, are you thinking that you regret saying those things to me? But do you know? I don't regret it. Before I met you, I was a prodigal, living a life of luxury and boredom. The first thing every day when I woke up was to discuss with Du Jie what we would do at night, how many friends to call, what kind of women to play with, what kind of games. Life was nothing but an agonizing endurance masked as enjoyment."
Looking back now, those days were just a waste of time.
