Qiao Leling's fingers by her side slightly curled up; it turned out that Su Yang only learned the truth so late, and she hadn't been deceiving her all along.
She walked into the ward and came to the side of the bed.
Su Yang tried to sit up, supporting herself, but a sharp pain from her waist made her face turn pale with pain.
Qiao Leling immediately helped her to lie down, "You have a wound on your waist, don't move around."
Su Yang grabbed Qiao Leling's hand, "I'm sorry."
Qiao Leling pulled her hand away, turned her head, and said nothing.
Su Yang's hand paused in mid-air and slowly fell onto the bed, "I know you won't forgive me, and I have no face to ask for your forgiveness. I just hope that you will be well and not punish yourself for someone else's mistakes; it's not worth it."
Qiao Leling's gaze drifted elsewhere, but her eyes gradually filled with tears.
