Bai Bing sat beside Tang Yanqi's hospital bed. Compared to Qi Chengbai Xue, Bai Bing's face still had some scars. She looked at Tang Yanqi, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Tangtang, I'm sorry."
"I'm the one who should be saying that."
No one expected what happened yesterday to escalate like that. Tang Yanqi always felt that ultimately, it was her fault.
Bai Bing forced a smile: "It's not your fault; you didn't do anything wrong. Lu... he likes you. It's not your fault; it was my impulsiveness."
After another two seconds of silence, Bai Bing spoke again: "Tangtang, if you also like him, really don't mind me. Feelings can't be forced, I understand."
Tang Yanqi felt dizzy, but hearing Bai Bing's words, she felt very touched inside. It's true, but truly letting go, truly understanding, is something very few can do.
