The person she once liked, who still lingered in her thoughts, had expressed such tender feelings. As the woman being confessed to, Qiao Zhiyi was deeply moved but also very uneasy.
As he said, she was already married. Even if there was still affection between them, they couldn't do anything that went against morality.
It was precisely because of this moral constraint that they both dared not take a step further.
Qiao Zhiyi clasped her hands tightly, both reason and emotion pulling at her. She wanted badly to be an immoral person, but she couldn't.
Whether it was for her family, for Han Ling, or selfishly for herself, she couldn't do anything inappropriate.
Shi Jingzhou was not a forgiving man; if he knew she had betrayed him, he would not let her go, nor would he spare Han Ling.
One move would set everything in motion; she didn't dare to take the risk.
"Han Ling, I'm sorry." She didn't know why she was apologizing, but seeing him like this made her feel guilty.