Song Bocheng's pupils contracted. Of course, he remembered that car accident 16 years ago. Back then, he was right on-site and she was covered with blood.
"I just dreamed of that accident and my late sister." Shen Weiran's face showed some pain.
When these words were out, Song Bocheng grabbed her hand at once and comforted her. "Weiran, don't be sad. It was that hit-and-run driver's fault."
"But if I did not drink that much, if I was able to be sober, I could have done the blood transfusion and she could have lived." Shen Weiran could not help but cry. She pressed her lips together and looked at Song Bocheng with pain in her eyes.
Song Bocheng grabbed some napkin to wipe her tears off at once. He comforted her. "Weiran, it was not your fault. I was the one to blame. You were with me that night."
Shen Weiran fell into Song Bocheng's hug and cried out loud.