"...Beicheng, don't blame yourself," Yan Shuirou paused, her love confession touching his heart, "Whether it was me who fell in love first, or the growing fear of losing you, even wanting to use death to permanently hold a place in your heart, it was all my own fault."
Li Beicheng's eyes deepened, he was not unaware of Yan Shuirou's worries, but had never cared before.
Yet, when he heard that Yan Shuirou did all this because she did not want to be abandoned by him, he couldn't deny that he was moved.
And thinking about it, wasn't he, Li Beicheng, the real culprit behind Yan Shuirou's attempted suicide?
Seeing the man deep in thought and silent, Yan Shuirou quickly changed the topic, murmuring with a chuckle, "I will explain to my parents, saying it was an accident while cutting fruits, okay?"
"It's fine," Li Beicheng forced a smile, then seriously asked, "Shuirou, tell me, does this matter... have anything to do with Yan Xiaye?"
