Since Yue Qingqing met Jiang Jingze, she had never seen him lose his temper.
Even now, Jiang Jingze did not raise his voice; his tone was calm.
It was as if he was merely stating facts.
But Yue Qingqing suddenly felt very guilty, as if the air was filled with the pressure of an impending storm.
Yue Qingqing instantly reverted to her defensive instincts, her voice becoming cautious.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault..."
Jiang Jingze took a deep breath, "Why?"
Was he, as a boyfriend, really that unreliable?
Always left to worry for his girlfriend after the fact.
This always made Jiang Jingze feel somewhat useless, unable to protect her.
This helplessness was particularly distressing.
It was like similar things had happened before, leaving him filled with regret.
