With Ning Yuan's departure, the spacious house became empty and quiet.
Yan Yi sat alone on the sofa, tilting his head back and pouring half a glass of golden liquor down his throat. The burning pain from the alcohol, fierce like fire, still couldn't suppress the guilt and self-reproach in his heart.
Fortunately, the child in her womb was fine.
Otherwise, he feared he would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.
...
After Zhong Qing left, Pei Yang briefly told Shen Mingzhu about the chaos at Hengxing the day before.
Upon hearing this, besides being distressed that he had endured the cold all night, Shen Mingzhu felt more self-reproach and regret.
"I really should have listened to you at the time. I shouldn't have been so eager for quick success. I should have been steady and thorough."
