Watching Heather's pain, Li Sinian turned to her and kissed away the tears on her cheeks. "I haven't blamed you."
"You should blame me..." Heather felt too much pain inside and had to vent it, "You should scold me, punish me, you shouldn't let me off like this... Doing so only makes me hate myself more, wondering why I ever had such thoughts about you. That is my sin."
She had never wept so unrestrainedly in front of him before.
All these years, the character she played as Xiao Man was an intellectual woman, she knew everything, playing the role of the good woman Haohao by Li Sinian's side, not crying, not making a fuss, as if she never encountered anything sad or troubling.
This was the first time, in front of him, she confessed and wept, shedding tears of regret.
Li Sinian carried her horizontally and walked toward the soft bed.
He sat down, allowing her to sit across his lap like a child, his strong arms wrapped around her waist, leaning down to kiss her.
