Chen Wei'er held He Xun's hand and took the piece of paper from him. She gave him a hug and said, "Don't be angry, my dearest."
He Xun painfully closed his eyes and recalled his cold treatment of Chen Wei'er some time ago.
Everyone could see how sad Chen Wei'er must have been. She was innocent.
The person who had hurt him from the beginning was his father.
"Wifey, I'm sorry," He Xun said in a low voice.
"Don't feel guilty. You didn't do anything wrong. If I were you, I would also doubt myself." Chen Wei'er shook her head desperately.
He Xun's voice was hoarse. Thinking of what he had done and listening to Chen Wei'er's comfort, he felt even more guilty.
"You really don't have to be sorry. All of this happened because of me. If I hadn't been entangled with Nie Suijing, none of this would have happened." Chen Wei'er patted He Xun's back.