Tang Xiao gave a dry laugh. “I’m the one who caused her death. If I hadn’t sulked and just replied to her promptly when she sent me that text that night, she wouldn’t have died…”
The way he looked now had my heart racing in uneasiness. While I didn’t know what Tang Xiao meant, there was a reason why he was putting all the responsibility and blame on himself.
I gently rubbed his back. Tang Xiao’s complexion was unsightly. Red lines crossed his eyes, and his gaze was empty, as though he had been cursed or possessed.
“Xinran had texted me that night. She told me that she wanted to go home, but I was asleep by then. When I woke up the next day, I told her not to come home and to reflect on herself, but I hadn’t thought…”
Anguish and guilt laced Tang Xiao’s tone, as though the thing he yearned for the most was to die for Tang Xinran.
I obviously couldn’t let him die. Right at this moment, Zhong’s car arrived at the apartment that Tang Xiao and I had lived in four years ago. I surveyed the housing area that remained practically the same as four years ago. There was this sense of being in another world.