Impulsiveness was the devil. The current Su Chenghui had fully understood this sentence.
At that time, he was indeed impulsive. Later, he wanted to explain his incompetence. In the process, he was afraid that others would see through it. Even though he knew that he felt guilty toward Su Qingsang, he didn't dare to show too much closeness.
All of this was his fault. He couldn't say anything more to defend himself. His voice became very soft, bitter and helpless.
"I was really just impulsive."
Li Qianxue looked at him and realized that she had lost control. This wasn't good.
She still remembered it and was still struggling. This meant that she hadn't let it go. She had to learn to let it go.
The wind seemed to have gotten colder. Li Qianxue looked at Su Chenghui and took a step back.