Han Weilin did not move. Her gaze was distant, her expression unreadable.
She simply stood there, motionless, while his words hung in the air like the faint echo of something already broken.
In her heart, she understood the cause and effect, how everything had unfolded, how both of them had been manipulated. Yet understanding the truth did not make the pain disappear.
Forgiveness did not bloom from logic. It came from the heart, and hers was still scarred.
The memories remained sharp and cold. She remembered the sleepless nights, the betrayal she believed was real, the humiliation that had devoured her pride.
Even knowing that Jiang Wei had been under control, those feelings didn't fade. They lingered like ghosts.
A single apology, no matter how sincere, could not erase years of anguish.
Han Weilin took a slow breath and looked at him softly. "I understand that it wasn't your fault," she said quietly.
