Seeing him lower his gaze in silence, Song Lianhe, in contrast, was in high spirits.
"I still have things to do. Don't let me keep you, Prince Ling." With that, she took her people and left.
Zhou Junlin wanted to reach out, but in the end, could only let his hand fall dejectedly.
'It was ironic, really. He'd never felt a shred of guilt toward Song Lianhe before. After all, so many women adored him. Take the daughter of the Imperial Censor—he hadn't even cared to know her name. It was only after she recently started helping Song Lianhe manage the Medical Clinic that he learned she was called Cao Ying.'
'But why had this guilt become so overwhelming lately? Whenever he saw Song Lianhe, he couldn't help but feel an urge to make amends.'
'Even...'
'Even to the point of having thoughts he shouldn't.'
'More than once, he had wondered: what if he had accepted her feelings back then? What would things be like today?'
