"You're feeling guilty, aren't you?" Shen Luo'an was standing right in front of Ye Youyou. The both of them were barely a foot apart. "Are you worried that your guilty conscience will surface when you see her?"
Shen Luo'an's eyes were burning as he gazed into Ye Youyou's eyes, hiding a faint hope within. When he realized his emotions, his heart skipped a beat.
Just what am I hoping for? Am I hoping that this woman would be repentant, that this woman would feel a sense of guilt for all that she has done?
At that thought, Shen Luo'an laughed at himself.
Whether or not it was intended for Ye Youyou or for himself, Shen Luo'an didn't know, but he said, "That's impossible. If you possessed a guilty conscience at all, you would have felt it long ago."
Ye Youyou looked at him steadily and said, "I said it before, and I'll say it again. It wasn't me. I will never admit to something I didn't commit. That was my statement then, and that is my statement now."
