Sword Empress's POV
Though his body had been restored by the energy I'd poured into him, could the wounds he'd suffered ever truly heal? Could a mere apology mend those deep-seated scars?
Crunch.
Ten years had passed like this, each day weighed down by mounting debt and endless worry. Yet all I could think about was apologizing.
Crunch.
I'd sidestepped the question of whether I could heal the wounds he'd endured all this time. Did I even have the right to worry about it now? Did I have the right to offer an apology?
Crunch.
"…"
The values I'd clung to for years crumbled, and the pillars that had propped up the person I called "me" collapsed. At this rate, I'd spiral into qi deviation.
"Ah…"
I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let it end like this, having achieved nothing. Even if I lacked the right to apologize, I had to—
Crunch.
