Qin Hai briefly explained the whole incident, and Lin Qingya lowered her head, silently staring at the documents on the table as tears gradually blurred her vision.
If what Qin Hai said was true, the blame truly could not be put on Qin Hai, since he also didn't know that eating the snake soup would have that effect, and if she hadn't been drunk that day, perhaps the subsequent events wouldn't have happened.
So whose fault was it then? Hers? Or the short-haired girl's?
Lin Qingya now had no desire to pursue whose fault it was; her heart ached, not knowing what to say, not wanting to say anything at all.
No matter whose fault it was, Qin Hai had slept with another woman and had an intimate relationship.
This was an ironclad fact, with the photos laid out right in front of her.
Lin Qingya's heart ached as if someone had taken a dagger and stabbed it mercilessly into her heart.
It hurt.
It really hurt so much!
Plop!
A teardrop fell, shattering as it hit the desk.