"Sorry," Song Qinghe was the first to speak, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
He had simply seen Qin Shuang arguing with someone and stayed a little longer to ensure she wasn't harmed.
He hadn't expected to overhear such a thing.
Even more unexpected to him was that Qin Shuang, at her age, such a pretty and adorable girl, would have encountered such incidents; it surprised him and, inexplicably, pained his heart.
For some reason, in his heart, Qin Shuang was supposed to be a princess living in the Ivory Tower, cherished and protected, not one who had gone through the grief and harm that someone her age should never experience.
When he heard how much pain she was in, Song Qinghe could even visualize the scene, imagine her desperation and helplessness at the time, imagine perhaps her pleas to God who seemed not to have heard her suffering.
Song Qinghe wanted to comfort Qin Shuang, but he realized he had nothing to say.