"I didn't tell you this to see you cry, Susu. I'm not as good a person as you think. I'm terrible, and very manipulative. I knew you were soft-hearted, yet I told you anyway."
His eyes were incredibly red, as if he might burst into tears at any moment.
Xu Su gave a bitter smile. Of course she knew why he was telling her this, but what right did she have to blame him? It was clearly her fault. She was the one who had betrayed his sincerity, the one who had jumped straight into another relationship...
This scar on his wrist might never fade...
Xu Su gently stroked it, then carefully looked up. "Does it hurt?"
Xi Zirong froze for a second, then nodded, looking wronged. "...It hurts."
"..." Xu Su couldn't bear to see him looking so pitiful. She cupped his wrist, blew on it gently, and, feeling incredibly guilty, gingerly placed a kiss on it.
Finally, she whispered, "I'm sorry..."
'She was truly filled with guilt...'
