At this moment, no one spoke.
The surroundings were very quiet, Xia Yuqing had already been in tears.
Tang Zhong looked at Xia Yuqing, no longer knowing what else to say; he finally understood what Xia Yuqing said he had forgotten, and that Tang Zhong genuinely did not remember it.
Because from the beginning, these words were merely Tang Zhong's hope that Xia Yuqing could quickly recover from her illness during their childhood.
He hadn't expected that his words would be remembered by her for so long; had he known, he might never have spoken them.
He felt he should clarify everything, otherwise Xia Yuqing would continue to be unhappy.
"Yuqing... actually, I—"
"You don't need to explain," Xia Yuqing cut him off directly.
"I..." Tang Zhong knew that the girl in front of him really was hurt, and in an unprecedented way.
