Hearing Li Xueyan's story, Zhao Tian's gaze condensed and he felt that Li Xueyan really did the right thing by killing her father and his friend.
With a soft sigh, he asked "And you never tried to explain it to Jia?"
Li Xueyan, who had been fighting back her tears, slowly rubbed her eyes, trying to hold her emotions together.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, strained with regret. "I-I tried to... I tried to tell her, but she refused to listen. What can I do?"
Zhao Tian wrapped his arm around her shoulder and patted her head "Don't worry... I shall try to talk to her."
She hugged him and in his arms, she gave a subtle nod.
They sat there, together in the courtyard, as the cool night breeze danced through the trees, brushing past them.
Li Xueyan relished in the warmth of his embrace, his strong arms making her feel safe for the first time since her world had fallen apart.