As he spoke, he kicked at the door and roared angrily," Scram!"
There was no sound outside the door.
Endless sorrow surged out of his eyes. The light in his eyes flickered. His body lost its center of gravity and leaned against the wall to the side. He slowly slid down and began to cry in grief.
"I'm sorry, I' m sorry..." The remorseful self-blame and apology seemed to come from the depths of his heart. However, this kind of atonement was already irretrievable, making him unable to extricate himself from the abyss of sin.
Looking at his hands, his tears Xiao Yanchen blurred, his heart filled with regret and pain. He slapped himself twice and knelt down as he crawled towards the bedside table beside the bed.
He took out a picture of a woman in a drawer and squatted down beside the bed.
