Bo Yuan felt a sudden warmth in his eyes. He didn't speak, just silently tightened his arms, holding her even closer to his chest.
Jing Qiao's sobbing sounded like a dagger stabbing his heart.
Bo Yuan took a deep breath, only to find that even his breathing was trembling.
"I can't forgive myself, and I know I have committed terrible sins," Bo Yuan's voice was hoarse, "Someone like me, doomed by fate, should end up lonely and alone. I've tried, but I can't. I can't do it."
Jing Qiao actually didn't like to hear him talk about himself like this, not just now, but in the past as well.
Bo Yuan was actually a very pessimistic person, pessimistic and desperate, his world was dark, void of light.
It had always been like this from his childhood, which is why he, as a person, had no interests or hobbies, even though he could do anything very well.
Jing Qiao still remembered the first time she saw him, sensing a clear aura of loneliness about him.
