"I understand."
After a long while, Sheng Siyuan sat there before he finally heard himself say.
After that, he reached out his hand, drew the still crying woman into his arms, and held her close.
Seeing this, Yin Hehe immediately buried herself in his chest and cried even harder.
"I'm sorry, I know... I shouldn't cry over him in front of you, but... but I really feel so guilty, so sad, he's dead, and I only now learned his name."
Yin Hehe's sobs were inconsolable as she spoke in the man's embrace, her emotions collapsing messily.
Sheng Siyuan held her.
In that instant, as he listened to the woman crying her heart out, suddenly, he felt as if he no longer had the right to be jealous or hate this man named Xiahou Xiu.
Because, when it came to love for this woman, he, Sheng Siyuan, truly did not possess the pure, unreserved love that Xiahou Xiu had!
Probably after comforting her for about ten minutes, at last, Yin Hehe's crying gradually ceased.
"I'm sorry..."