No one told me. I know it was you. I don't care if you can't remember it. I don't understand what we did to you to deserve it.

[ And Meng Yao can't really give him the answers he desperately wants. He feels the tears burning his eyes and he looks anywhere but at Meng Yao, staring at the wall of the carriage, his hands still clenching, nails digging too hard into his palms. ]

Stop... stop trying to tell me it wasn't you.