'Yes, it's all my fault.'
'If back then in Jingyang City, I had hesitated just a little, chosen to trust him, listened to just one more word he had to say, and not thrust that sword...'
'Perhaps he wouldn't have fallen into absolute despair, much less fallen from grace and been eternally lost to the Red Dust...'
'If I had understood sooner, faced the fear and terror in my own heart sooner, and realized the truth sooner, it all might not have been too late.'
'But I was scared. I flinched. I was terrified. I didn't dare face the truth I had already guessed.'
'In front of others, I was brilliant and dazzling, a blinding light. But in reality, I was just a timid, gutless coward...'
'In my entire life, I can say I have never wronged anyone... except for him.'
The woman gave a self-deprecating smile.
She gently touched her chest over her heart, feeling waves of sharp pain, as if countless thorns were piercing her. The agony was so intense it felt like she was about to suffocate.
