"Stop thinking about it. From the moment you saw me in that room, you should have understood the outcome. This is also why I haven't appeared until now. I didn't want to make things difficult for you, nor did I want you to witness my pain. I caused your father's death, yet you can't take revenge. My presence will only deepen your guilt, and you'll never find happiness."
Third Young Master Jun had always believed she was a woman of loyalty and sentiment, so he understood the anguish and conflict in her heart even more.
The death of her father was a devastating blow—a wound that couldn't simply be brushed aside. Even if her love for him was profound, it couldn't outweigh the morality embedded deep within her, and she was rational enough to acknowledge this.
"Rest well. If one day you make up your mind and decide to avenge him, you can come find me anytime."
He kissed her forehead, stood up, and turned to leave.
"No..."
