He closed his eyes, hiding the pain in them.
The damage was done, and there was nothing he could salvage.
The guilt could only be buried deep in his heart, and then, grasp the future, slowly making amends.
Since he had found her, he would never let her go again!
Adjusting his emotions, Zhai En walked out.
He saw Xia Shi still sitting on the edge of the sofa, wearing a mask, her hair cascading down.
The milk on the table was untouched.
He reached out and touched the cup; it had already turned cold.
So he picked up the milk to exchange it for a hot one.
Xia Shi's gaze fell on his hand holding the milk.
Her body suddenly stiffened, her face instantly turning pale.
On his ring finger, he wore a ring.
The one they had picked together five years ago.
Hers had been thrown away, yet he still kept his.
In an instant, Xia Shi's heart was in chaos again, her mind a tangled mess, as if it would explode!
