"Why? What secrets are there that even I can't know?" Zhou Jiajia was angry.
She was Lin Yifan's most beloved girlfriend, akin to his closest kin, and she didn't understand why Lin Yifan couldn't trust her.
"I was afraid that if you knew, you would get angry and try to harm yourself again; and now that I am old and frail, I might not have the strength to stop you; so I was afraid that you might leave this world before me," Lin Yifan replied truthfully.
"Yifan! Do you have another woman outside?" Zhou Jiajia was shocked again, unaware of how many women Lin Yifan had secretly been involved with.
"Jiajia, I'm sorry, I've lied to you," Lin Yifan said, his eyes filled with tears and brimming with guilt.
Here, the person he most owed an apology to was this beloved woman who devotedly loved and took care of him. If it was possible to make amends, he would be willing to sacrifice his life.
