Jinying's eyes were like shattered glass, filled with unspeakable agony.
He stared intently at the couple entwined under the moonlight, his heart feeling as if it were being repeatedly kneaded and torn apart by an invisible hand.
Every breath was a searing pain that tasted of blood.
But he knew clearly that even with this bone-gnawing agony, he had no right to blame her, much less the standing to interrupt her moment of tenderness.
Because… he was the one who had lost her with his own two hands!
Endless regret and self-reproach churned in the depths of his memory.
Back then, he had arrogantly believed that with just half a year, he could seize full control of his family's power. He thought he could sweep away all obstacles and create a world of absolute safety for her. Then he would give her everything and make her happy!
But time had not been on his side.
Cruel reality had slapped him hard across the face.
