Qin Yin didn't want to talk about why she attempted suicide. That decision was somewhat impulsive at the time, and the situation was too complicated. It wasn't just because of that one thing; it was too many things intertwined, leaving her in despair.
"Can you help me explain, please?" Qin Yin's eyes lit up slightly as she asked.
"Sure," Mu Jinxi nodded, "But if Nan Jingkang doesn't even believe you, how could he believe me?"
Qin Yin took a deep breath, thinking that Mu Jinxi had a point, so she curved her lips into a smile, shook her head, and said, "Let's just leave it at that."
"Yinyin..." Mu Jinxi called out Qin Yin's name, feeling her heart in turmoil, not knowing what to say. After a long thought, she could only say three words, "I'm sorry!"
Qin Yin shook her head and didn't speak, fidgeting with an empty wine glass in her hand.
"Yinyin." Suddenly, a voice, somewhat tender yet stern, sounded from above.
