"Brother Yang, thank you for coming to save me, but things aren't as you think. I don't need you to save me either. You should leave." Though Pucha Qiucao sounded calm and detached, her heart was bleeding. Why hadn't you come an hour earlier? Now that it was already done, what was the point of coming?
The remaining guards were about to rush forward when Song Qingshu raised a hand to stop them.
Yang Guo swept his gaze over the guards around them and said as if no one else were present, "I heard something had happened to your family, so I came to see whether I could offer what little help I could."
It would have been better if he had said nothing. The moment he spoke, Pucha Qiucao felt all her grievances well up inside her. "When the marriage was decreed in the imperial hall, you left without a word. What is the meaning of coming back now? The moment you left, it meant our two families had severed all ties. Whatever happens to my family is none of your concern."
"Miss Qiucao, I know I wronged you. But feelings cannot be forced. I already have someone I love, and in this life, I can only apologize to you..." Yang Guo looked deeply apologetic. He felt guilty toward other women too, but never to this extent. This was the woman he had publicly hurt by breaking off their engagement. After he left, who knew how much pressure she had endured?
Song Qingshu wore an odd expression nearby, feeling as though he were watching some melodramatic tragedy. At the same time, he secretly marveled that Pucha Qiucao could make both him and Yang Guo feel guilty toward her. That truly was remarkable.
But Song Qingshu's guilt toward Pucha Qiucao