Mo Zhiyun took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to him. &Quot; Shen qingbai, that car accident was not my fault, nor yours. It was just an accident. The world is unpredictable, and none of us can predict it. &Quot;
"Since you're lucky to have survived, you should do your best to live and survive Wang manzhi's share. If she really loved you, she wouldn't want you to live in the shadow of that car accident."
When you love someone with all your heart, you always hope that he will live well.
Even if they could no longer be together.
Shen qingbai raised his head. His bloodshot eyes were filled with tears, and he looked dazed, as if he had not come back to his senses.
She took his hand and placed the tissue in his palm.
His teary eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice choked. &Quot; &Quot; you don't blame me. You've forgiven me. &Quot;
Even if he harbored the greatest malice and wanted to take revenge on her.
