He held her tightly, yet she closed her eyes and didn't move at all.
He had truly broken her heart.
The once bold, all-or-nothing Han Jing who loved him seemed to have disappeared completely. Her calmness made him even more heartbroken, and he realized how foolish he had been.
He buried his head by her ear, his voice hoarse with a hint of pain: "Jing'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
He whispered softly, repeating it three times, yet it still seemed insufficient.
Because he knew, no matter how many times he said it, he couldn't make up for the oppressive dull pain she endured during the days he deceived her.
Han Jing's eyelids fluttered. It had been so many years since she had cried, yet a single tear silently slipped down from the corner of her eye.
There was a moment when she really didn't want to care about anything anymore. She just wanted to hold him and say it's okay, everything is okay.
