Xia Yangyang looked up at Gu Qichen: "I'm sorry, I keep troubling you. So many things have happened, I'm just going to add more burden to you. Gu Qichen, you're really unlucky to have met me."
Xia Yangyang felt guilt within her heart.
It was as if several mountains were pressing down on her.
She was filled with guilt.
Lu Haotian's death, Little Xingxing's illness, Xi Zijun's eyes, all of these made Xia Yangyang feel as if they were because of her.
This negative and depressing emotion was like countless thorny vines.
Tightly binding Xia Yangyang.
Gu Qichen held Xia Yangyang in his arms: "Don't think like that, Yangyang, you did nothing wrong. Don't blame everything on yourself, you've done right by everyone. Don't blame yourself."
Xia Yangyang cried in Gu Qichen's arms.
But then she fiercely wiped away the tears.
She couldn't cry anymore.
She couldn't be this weak.
She needed to pull herself together.
