"I still need to say sorry... If we had tried a little harder back then..."
Xia Qingrou's guilt grew heavier.
"Let bygones be bygones. If it weren't for you all, more people would have died," Shen Mochen said with an impatient wave of his hand.
He realized his words had had the opposite effect, of course, his impatience stemmed from Yin Huailian's death.
He didn't want to talk about it anymore, some things are better left buried deep inside, otherwise, it hurt every time they were dug up.
Actually, he wasn't a good person either, it was just that after Catherine's incident, he felt languid, which gave him the luxury to suddenly want to do a conscionable deed.
But the sudden mention of Yin Huailian's death had scattered that thought.
It didn't matter anyway. If she truly falls for me, I couldn't stop her.
After sending Xia Qingrou out, Shen Mochen gently held Yin Caiyu's hand. It was icy cold, colder than her hands ever were in the chill of winter.
