Li Tingyan's gaze fiercely cracked open a deep water stain, his hand that originally clutched tightly onto Nianyang's slowly loosened.
He seemed to have been dealt a huge blow, despondently dropping his head, that bewildered and lonely look pierced Nianyang's eyes with bitterness.
She lowered her head and said, "Ultimately, it's actually us who harmed Master Meiren; we didn't realize sooner that if we had just cared a bit more for him, he might have lived for a long, long time.
He didn't even truly experience happiness; what right do we have to be happy? Li Tingyan, do you still think, up until now, that we shouldn't take responsibility for this?"
Li Tingyan was silent for a long time, "Alright, I'll listen to you. We'll together atone to Elder Wen, I'll do whatever you say, as long as it's not breaking up, as long as it's not wanting to cut ties with me, whatever you want, I'll give you."
