Bian Yue's expression was calm, "Li Sihe, it's raining outside, and my husband is waiting for me to come home."
Li Sihe, weak, felt dizzy in bouts, yet he stubbornly held onto Bian Yue's hand, refusing to let go.
His voice was low and suppressed, each word deliberate, "Don't leave tonight. Stay and talk to me, will you?"
Bian Yue thought, human hearts are truly complex.
"Sitting here today, I actually wanted to ask if you felt you were not at fault. This is very important to the Bian Yue of the past. Now I have my answer, so there's no need for me to stay."
Li Sihe was taken aback, suddenly raising his eyes to look at Bian Yue.
His throat felt dry, and his voice was hoarse, "Yueyue... I know I was wrong. I betrayed you, and you blame me."
"I don't blame you anymore because this is the past that I've let go of. But Li Sihe, I still need to tell you, you were wrong not just about this."
