Lie Lang walked for a long time, his stoic gaze fixed on the road ahead, only drifting back to the young woman in his arms from time to time.
Xue Yao sniffled softly. Waves of pain continued to pound inside her head, each one stronger than the last. Her body felt unbearably heavy, and before she realized it, she unconsciously leaned a little further into Lie Lang's chest, seeking the only support that kept her from collapsing.
A faint frown settled between Lie Lang's brows. Seeing that tiny unconscious movement, he almost stopped walking and put her down.
His steps slowed for only a brief moment before he continued forward again.
…She had suffered because of him.
If he had not insisted on remaining loyal to Ruo Shuo… if he had not concealed the truth about that night… none of this would have happened.
