Zhao Jing's tears poured out frantically like a swollen waterfall crashing down from a high mountain peak after a heavy rain.
He had always been aloof and self-restrained. Even when subjected to humiliation in the Western Regions, he had never stooped to beg for mercy. Nor had he ever regretted his choices for a single day or shed a single tear, no matter how hard life became.
But right now, looking at that hand that still trembled uncontrollably, regret erupted in his heart like magma surging wildly from the depths of a volcano.
Zhao Jing held Chen Wanqing tightly. The tears seeping from his eyes soaked the clothes on her shoulder. The droplets trickled down her slender neck and slowly seeped into her dress.
Feeling that damp warmth, Chen Wanqing seemed to sense Jing's guilt at this moment, and her heart ached terribly. She hugged him tightly, her voice choked with emotion. "Jing, you are certainly at fault in this matter, but I am also to blame."
