She understood all too well the pain of being misunderstood—of being wrongly accused with evidence so damning that no explanation could clear one's name.
Now, she had driven that very same blade into the chest of the person she loved most.
Tears fell onto the marble floor, splashing into tiny droplets. Xu Huan couldn't stop whispering to herself in her heart, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."
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