Yun Xiao clenched his fists, feeling not so much aggrieved as an unprecedented sense of loss.
It was her fault; she had destroyed Ai Xiang's most precious possession.
And that flower had turned to dust! Not even a chance for redemption remained.
"I'm sorry!" Yun Xiao clenched his fists, not knowing why he suddenly felt so wronged. But he would definitely not cry, even though tears were already swirling in his eyes.
"Now that everything is gone, does saying sorry make any difference? ...Get out!" Ai Xiang seemed to be extremely angry, even as the woman in front of him lowered her posture and trembled as she apologized.
Obviously, it was futile.
He could not think of any reason to forgive her in that moment!
Because that flower was the only thing he could keep as a memento, for he hoped to find her someday.
But now, even the last flower was gone. Only a withered stem remained!
His anger was definitely no less than her guilt!