That is to say, emotionally, they were unable to resonate with each other.
Cheng Yue, with his head in his hands, wept quietly for a while. When he raised his head again, he fiercely wiped away his tears with his sleeve and said to An Fanghao and Qin Jian, "I'm sorry! My sister caused you so much trouble, and she didn't repent till the end of her life. I apologize to you on her behalf, please forgive her!"
"It's all in the past now; she's gone. What good does it do whether we forgive or not?" An Hao said indifferently.
"Actually, she was also a poor soul tormented by love," Cheng Yue said with red eyes, "She was trapped and died in love."
Perhaps the saying, "A moment of misunderstanding can affect a whole life," aptly described someone like his sister.
"What about you?" An Hao asked back, shifting the subject to another person.
"What about me?" Cheng Yue was taken aback.
"Isn't there a 'she' in your heart?" An Hao asked.