The words of Sheng Qianchi fell, one by one, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, crystal clear.
Even each punctuation mark crashed into Pei Nianchen's ears, shattering his dignity and the obsession of those sixteen years into pieces.
Pei Nianchen suddenly found himself at a loss for words to rebut.
Although he hated Sheng Qianchi's lofty victorious expression and every word he uttered, each word was like a knife, piercing deep into his heart.
Yes, Sheng Qianchi was right. After a separation of seven years and meeting again, the only thing he had to hold on to Gu Jiayin was those sixteen years of emotions, and he hadn't even had the chance to do a single thing for her.
Even if it were a small thing.
Instead, he left her in the moment she needed help and protection the most.
It was Sheng Qianchi who always stood by her side.
