Xia Jing, to be honest, felt just as distressed deep down. He too hoped that his family could forgive him and sincerely allow him to return home. But some things simply couldn't be resolved with just a few words. With all the hurt he had caused in the past, how could he expect them to just forget?
She knew that if it were her, she definitely wouldn't be able to let go of everything so easily. He had a tendency to hold grudges, yet his actions had left almost everyone feeling cold. His heart, everything he had done—were there truly no mistakes? Was there truly no one who understood what he really wanted? He had never considered what kind of life he truly wanted for himself.
He always felt that he had to follow the crowd, that he had to carve out a different style for himself even while following others. Even when following the crowd, he wanted everyone to know that he was different from everyone else.
