Hearing the words he spoke in his dream, Shen Heyu's heart ached.
She observed Lu Yi's current state intently; his face was injured, with broken skin at the corners of his brows and mouth, forming a thick layer of scars.
It was said that he was beaten up yesterday, even broke a rib. Thinking of this, Shen Heyu felt a pang of discomfort and lowered her head.
"Actually, the person who should be saying sorry is me," Shen Heyu knew that Lu Yi couldn't hear her, but she still softly spoke to him.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Lu Yi suddenly raised his hand and precisely caught Shen Heyu's wrist.
Feeling the strength on her wrist, Shen Heyu was somewhat surprised and looked at the man lying on the bed.
"Lu Yi?"
Shen Heyu thought Lu Yi had woken up; she softly called him a few times, but realized that Lu Yi couldn't hear her; he was still dreaming.
"Heyu, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I didn't protect you well. Someone like me might as well be dead."
