"You curse people, you're going too far." Jiang Yang said angrily, "You made Sister Nan Fei like this, and you still have the nerve to talk about me? If it weren't for you, Sister Nan Fei wouldn't have lost her sight; if it weren't for you, she would have become the most famous artist, the best designer, living a relaxed and enjoyable life. But because of you, Sister Nan Fei gave up painting, gave up all her loves and skills, to join the army, to suffer and endure hardship."
Jiang Yang's words plunged Huo Beijiang into prolonged silence, his hand holding the phone clenched tightly, nearly crushing it with his force.
After an unknown period, Huo Beijiang spoke with difficulty, "You're right, it's exactly because of what you said that I can't give up on Nan Fei. I must be worthy of her sacrifices for me, I must make amends for everything she has endured because of me..."
