Huo Jingting looked at her like this, feeling even more upset, but did not know how to comfort her.
He just held her tighter, bent down, and gently kissed her eyes.
His tone was soft, even his breath was gentle, "Xiaoqiao, I'm sorry..."
Before he could finish, Gu Nanqiao raised her hand, her slender fingers pressing against his lips.
Huo Jingting pulled away a bit, looking down at her reddened eyes, his heart trembling slightly.
Gu Nanqiao shook her head gently, her voice tinged with a sob, "Don't say sorry anymore, I know you didn't want to see this either."
She believed that if it were possible, he wouldn't want this outcome either.
If he hadn't arrived in time, perhaps neither she nor Chengcheng would have escaped the danger, and he had already apologized repeatedly before her.
But the more she said this, the more guilty Huo Jingting felt.
That person was not just anyone else; even though their kinship might be weak, they were connected by the closest of blood ties.
