Yao Qing didn't want to cry. Why should she cry? It wasn't she who had done something wrong; she shouldn't be crying.
Nor should she be unable to restrain her emotions like she was now, filled with anger and pain, yet even more so with reluctance.
She really was pathetic, clearly knowing that the man before her had a complicated relationship with Yao Huai's suffering, even admitting all of it freely.
Or perhaps, that day in the prison, when she told Yao Huai she was with Yu Yanshen, Yao Huai knew the truth behind everything.
Was she building a bridge and paving the way for her own love with her father's flesh and dignity?
This was fucking ridiculous.
The more she thought about it, the more overwhelming her emotions became.
She stared straight at the man before her, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry."
Yu Yanshen reached out to wipe the tears from her face but was brushed away by Yao Qing's hand, "Don't touch me!"
"..."
