Xia Yunsheng stood aside, waiting until the room quieted down before speaking: "He's just an ordinary man now! No future, no health, no rights. Facing those who want him dead, he doesn't even have the means to resist. And yet, you still can't let him go?"
"…" Cheng Yanzhi remained silent.
The throbbing pain in his head made it impossible for him to think clearly.
Xia Yunsheng looked at him and said, "If I had known it would come to this, I shouldn't have taken you to meet him that day. I shouldn't have made things so complicated. Ultimately, it's my fault—I expected too much of you."
She had thought Cheng Yanzhi had become more restrained...
But jealousy, sometimes, seems utterly uncontrollable.
Cheng Yanzhi stared at Xia Yunsheng. He lay on the bed, propped against the pillow, feeling as though her words barely registered in his mind.
