His actions had driven three people into a corner with no way out, where any words seemed powerless and feeble.
All he could do was silence and embrace.
A while later, Xu Xiangyang suddenly realized that the sound of the girl's sobbing was also mixed with a faint speaking voice.
He unconsciously lowered his head, straining to discern what she was saying—
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Xiangyang... I'm sorry..."
Xu Xiangyang was stunned.
"Actually, I had thought that this day might come... especially after Qing Yue confessed, so I've been trying hard to convince myself to accept it..."
Lin Xingjie pressed her face deep into the boy's chest, muttering to herself.