Xu Si wasn't joking.
Four years.
For a young man who had never experienced social training, it was too long, too cruel.
Gu Jing had sent the exceptional young man Xu Si had so carefully nurtured to this place to be made to suffer. How could she still pretend to be kind and forgive everything on his behalf?
Her anger was immense. Her slender wrists, clasped tightly together, were the only way she could maintain a momentary calm.
She had intended to say something apologetic to Pei Zhen.
But as the words rose to her lips, they were gently swallowed back down, vanishing without a trace.
What could she say? The deed was done, leading to such terrible consequences. Everyone else was fine; only he bore the brunt alone. Any words would feel hypocritical.
The evening breeze persistently teased the window screen.
Xu Si tried to speak several times, her lips moving, her throat dry and hoarse, but in the end, she could only manage one sentence:
"Azhen, it was an accident..."
