Aldana Candi stood inside the door, her head lowered, and said softly, "If it were the old you... you wouldn't regret it."
"In this world, there's no one who won't regret doing something wrong."
"Whether something is right or wrong is the subjective thought of the person who did it, not something others can judge." She sighed lightly, "That person... never regrets." Because he never feels that he's done anything wrong.
In her voice, Philip Shaw heard traces of weariness and a cold elegance, like a cup of water that had once boiled and gradually cooled down, no matter how much warmth was poured into it, it seemed impossible to warm her once more.
He slightly clenched his fingers, and outside the door, in a hoarse voice, spoke softly, "He will regret it... If the person you're talking about is really me, then I can tell you, he will absolutely regret giving up on you. Aldana, if you hate me, could you give me a chance to stay and make amends?"
Aldana.
