Ling Momo didn't know how to refuse Enson.
She tossed and turned in her room for a long time and eventually only gave Enson three words.
I'm sorry.
He didn't reply to her, and she thought, being such a smart person, he must have understood what she meant.
Actually, he didn't know that she truly was very sorry.
Ling Momo lay in bed, filled with self-blame!
She knew that no one knew she loved Li Qingshen, and no one knew she loved Enson, no one would blame her, but it was precisely because of this that she felt full of self-reproach!
Even more severe reproach!
She was never good enough for Li Qingshen, if that day she hadn't slept with him for her selfish reasons, now she could accept Enson's love, wouldn't have let him down, wouldn't have hurt his heart, wouldn't have hurt him who had accompanied and helped her for so long.
Now everything was too late, and it was all over...
