"But shouldn't everyone have a second chance?" Fang He raised her head, looking at Wang Dadong with her beautiful, tear-filled eyes.
Wang Dadong sighed and said, "That was just an accident..."
"But if I hadn't exposed him, maybe the accident wouldn't have happened, after all, the artifact was returned..." Fang He started crying again.
Wang Dadong knew that saying anything now was useless, this was Fang He's own mental block. She attributed the thief's death to herself.
Wang Dadong sat by the bed, gently holding Fang He, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
He knew that at this moment, nothing he could say would be more helpful than offering a warm shoulder.
Fang He cried for a little while, then stopped, lifted her head, looked at Wang Dadong, and asked, "Do you know why I trust you wouldn't hurt me..."
"Is it because of that thief?" Wang Dadong replied.
Fang He shook her head and said, "It's because you rather hurt yourself than let me get hurt even a little."
