Xia Siyu seemed to be captivated by Yun Lih's intricate logic; she was so astonished that her mouth hung open, not making a sound for a long while.
Yun Lih swallowed hard and took a big swig of his drink. "Whether it was with the British Imperial or with Parma, even though I pushed you away multiple times, it was only because I couldn't bear to hold you back, much less burden you with my illness.
Xiaxia, you always thought I owed you, that I should feel guilty, that I should repent, and even that I should do everything I can to make it up to you, am I right?"
Xia Siyu instinctively shook her head. "I never thought that way. Those were all my own choices, nothing to do with you. You've never owed me anything."
