"Xia Lihua, I am sorry...please forgive me..."
Shen Jia froze. She stopped breathing entirely.
Her heart dropped so abruptly it almost hurt physically.
Xia Lihua?
Ding Feng did not seem to realize what he was saying. His voice had softened considerably, stripped of its usual restraint and bitterness.
"I'm sorry…Xia Lihua..." he repeated.
The words sounded painfully genuine.
Hearing the apology in his broken voice made something twist painfully in Shen Jia's chest. It was obvious he had carried those feelings for a very long time. Even now, half-drunk and barely conscious, guilt was still the thing weighing most heavily on his heart.
And that person must still be buried deep inside his heart...
Shen Jia lowered her eyes quickly, but it didn't stop the sting spreading painfully through her chest. It felt sharp like a knife twisting slowly inside her.
So all this time—
He still hadn't moved on.
Of course he hadn't.
Someone like Xia Lihua was impossible to forget.
