C200 A Place to Talk about Love
"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Ling Siting gently held the back of her head with one hand and lovingly stroked her hair. "I shouldn't be angry with you. I should have shivered at you, and I shouldn't have let you be trapped in the elevator for so long before I came to save you. It's all my fault. I won't do it again in the future."
It was his fault, not his fault