As they were about to descend the mountain, Lin Qiao tried to appear normal. From a distance, seeing the man at the foot of the mountain, she smiled softly, "Why didn't you find a place to sit?"
She didn't want to speak, and Song Tingfan didn't ask, "It's fine."
For a moment, they both fell silent. After a while, Song Tingfan held her hand and said softly, "It's my fault."
If only he had arranged for someone to protect Xu Dagui back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
It was his inner resentment that made him not want to see Xu Dagui initially.
Lin Qiao pursed her lips. In the end, it was actually her fault; Xu Dagui shouldn't have been in the script.
She was the one who rewrote his fate.
Actually, she didn't know that Xu Dagui was destined to go a few years earlier.
Many things have a destined course within the grand scheme.
She didn't want to discuss this topic, so she changed the subject, "Let's head back, otherwise Ling'er won't be able to write as much."
