This sentence lingered in Ren Xiaoxue's heart, but she lacked the courage to say it.
Qin Hao only heard the sound of sobbing. He quickly turned his head to look and saw Ren Xiaoxue with reddened eyes and tears streaming down her face.
Seeing Ren Xiaoxue like this, Qin Hao felt a sudden lump in his throat. He recalled how Ren Xiaoxue had stayed by his side without complaint, taking care of him, buying medicine, and cooking meals. Without Ren Xiaoxue, he could have endured it, but it would certainly have been much harder.
She wanted nothing in return, only to help him so selflessly, yet he treated her like this; it really shouldn't be like this.
Thinking of this, Qin Hao turned his head and awkwardly said to her, "I'm sorry, I wasn't aiming that at you earlier. It's just, I don't like being pitied."
"Sympathy is something the strong offer to the weak, and I never want anyone's charity."
After he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell silent again.
