Jiang Lili gripped his hand tighter. “What… what do you mean?” “Sis, it’s tearing me apart.” Jiang Heng’s grip was limp, his face a mask of anguish. “Every time I close my eyes, all I see is her, lying in a pool of blood…” Suddenly, he wrenched his hand away and began to beat his own head. “I should be dead. Why did I have to go out that day? If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have died!” Jiang Li