"Is there something you want to tell me?" Mu Lin asked. Actually, she could probably guess.
"I'm sorry." Eyes lowered, seeing the delicate, white hand in his, swathed in bandages, a pang of heartache flashed in Jing Chen's eyes.
He couldn't bear to see her hurt, especially when the injury was because of him.
"I've already told you, it's not your fault." Mu Lin seemed helpless. Why was he always so keen to shoulder all the blame?
The most prominent trait of Jing Chen was his sense of responsibility, a good thing, yet sometimes it wasn't; with a job like his, if he took everything upon himself, he would go mad one day.
Life sometimes shouldn't be too stifling, occasionally one needs to let loose.
"Don't think too much about it." Mu Lin offered a rare consolation.
In fact, Jing Chen's feeling after doing something wrong was very similar to Qiaozi's. When Qiaozi regretted his mischief, he would drop his head in front of her, concede, obediently waiting for her punishment.