Hearing Xuan Sheng's words, Xia Wanyuan's heart ached.
During the time she was gone, Xuan Sheng's pain was probably not less than others.
"I'm sorry." Xia Wanyuan pursed her lips and finally said this.
Xia Wanyuan had never known what to say to Xuan Sheng.
"Why are you apologizing to me?" Xuan Sheng smiled. "You're not the one who forced me to like you. You don't owe me. On the contrary, you brought me many things."
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Xuan Sheng liking Xia Wanyuan was a fruitless love.
However, ever since he was young, Xuan Sheng had only felt ruthlessness and darkness. It was Xia Wanyuan who had allowed him to touch the other side of the world and occasionally see some of the beauty the world had given him.
Compared to the love and admiration Xia Wanyuan had brought him, that redemption with light was much more important in Xuan Sheng's heart.
