The anger in Li Sinianās eyes was too obvious.
What was he angry about?
Was he angry about her so-called "uncleanliness"? What kind of definition is that?
Heather was so frightened by his fierceness that she couldnāt say a word, she just silently shed tears.
She wouldnāt have been this weak before, but now, she didnāt have the strength to argue about anything.
She felt so bitter in her heart.
She didnāt want to betray him, even though it was her body that betrayed unintentionally. She felt uncomfortable and uneasy after being touched by Night Hawk; she always recalled the scenes of that day, remembered the humiliation of being pressed under him...
Even torture would not have caused her such a psychological injury as this time did.
Seeing her tears fall silently, Li Sinianās heart felt as if someone was cutting it with a knife, he grasped Heather tightly, pulling her into his embrace, calming his emotions, and gradually said to her softly: "Iām sorry... Wei Wei, Iām really sorry..."
He was apologizing for his earlier behavior.
Heather couldnāt speak, she leaned against him and shook her head, she didnāt blame him, and had never blamed him from beginning to end.
"I shouldnāt have been fierce to you," he reflected on his mistake, "I was indeed angry. But what Iām angry about is you still not understanding my heart. The flash in my eyes earlier wasnāt care, I was just reminded of my own incompetence, that made you get hurt, just reminded that I still havenāt exacted a thousand cuts on Night Hawk, and the anger in my heart has nowhere to vent."
They never discussed this matter head-on after the incident.
He thought the tacit understanding between them was such that explanations were unnecessary, so he displayed himself, but never talked about it.
"How could you foolishly think that I would care about such things? If men in the world all cared, then Iād rather admit Iām not a man. I never mentioned this matter, not because I cared too much to open my mouth, but because I was afraid of hurting you again, and... itās like uncovering my own wound. Each occurrence reminds me: Li Sinian, itās your incompetence, unable to protect the woman you love, that caused her harm! It is to escape that I donāt want to face this matter, itās not because of you, itās because of myself."
Heatherās hand, which hung by her side, slowly lifted, wrapped around his body, hugged his waist, leaned in his arms, her voice still a little trembling: "Ah Nian..."
Li Sinian patted her head, comforting her like a child: "If youāre upset, cry out loudly, remember, in front of me, you donāt need any disguise, you can be your truest self."
He suddenly felt she had become more vulnerable than before.
After these experiences, as her body gradually weakened, her confidence slowly evaporated.
He knew she had bitterness in her heart, this weekās treatment had made her very broken, gave her a new interpretation of life.
Ultimately, it was because he hadnāt protected her carefully enough, letting her suffer these groundless hardships.
Heather held him tightly, as if afraid of losing him.
She hadnāt told him, that her recent fear of loss was because she increasingly felt that her life was nearing its end.
That reluctance wound around her heart.
...
VIP lounge.
Gu Liancheng and Li Sinian sat together, Qianxun and Heather sat together, the two of them holding their phones, not knowing what they were doing, while the entire VIP lounge was heavily guarded, with many people both openly and covertly observing the surroundings, watching suspicious characters.