Xia Qingqian, upon hearing that she would be able to move freely in a few days, let out a light sigh of relief.
"Qian Qian, I'm sorry. It's my fault that I've implicated you. If it weren't for my distrust and hesitation back then, you wouldn't have ended up like this…" Beitang Huan sat by the bedside, holding Xia Qingqian's small hand, her eyes full of apology as she spoke softly to her.
Xia Qingqian smiled gently, returned Beitang Huan's grip, and shook her head, saying, "This has nothing to do with you. I have this illness myself, and I can't blame anyone. Besides, it's not your fault."
Listening to Xia Qingqian's words made Beitang Huan's heart tremble even more. The kinder Xia Qingqian was, the more it highlighted her own malice! She had always been scheming about various ways to get rid of Xia Qingqian.
It was clearly her fault that Xia Qingqian fell, so why didn't Xia Qingqian show any intention of blaming her at all?
