The youth's voice was cold. Was Zheng Congyuan's fate not tragic enough? Without even turning back, Yin He immediately stepped forward again. Suddenly, Zheng Nianru moved, turning to look at Zheng Congyuan who had spoken.
Or perhaps it was Zheng Congyuan's voice that awoke her. Zheng Nianru opened her mouth, looking at Zheng Congyuan, wanting to say something.
But what could she say?
Nothing would help. At this moment, Zheng Nianru realized the problem—perhaps this was all her doing. If she hadn't stubbornly tried to change the course of destiny, if she hadn't deliberately disturbed the course, hadn't saved Zheng Haoyuan, then Zheng Haoyuan would have long been dead. The living Zheng Muyuan would have always kept Yin He by his side, and she would never have met Yin He.
So, all of this was her own doing.
Zheng Nianru felt that thinking about these things now was perhaps already too late.
