"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" he repeated again and again amidst the sobs wracking through his whole body. The weight of his mistake bore down on his weary spirit and the tears flowed uncontrollably, each droplet carrying the burden of his sorrow and remorse.
He Juan could see that the emotions Mo Feng showed were genuine and they had come from the depths of his soul, but it was precisely for that reason that He Juan became even more furious. What was the use of crying? What was the use of grieving when he still chose to run away and hide like a coward for two years? Even if he were to cry his eyes blind… even if he were to squeeze out every drop of blood out of his body, it was still not enough to bring Old Liu and Ma Ping back!
If he still harbored guilt in his heart, the best he could do was never utter their names with his filthy mouth again, or he could just drop dead somewhere and spare He Juan the effort to hunt him down!
