How should he say it? How can he say it?
He had thought about this problem, but had never dared to face it, always forcing himself not to think about it.
Duan Nian killed his closest people, he must die!
Thinking of his mother's and that person's gentle smile, and then recalling the way they were swallowed by the flames, he could not let go, no matter what.
Even if Duan Yunxia might never forgive him in the future, or even hate him to the bone, he still had to avenge his mother and that person!
Feng Wuya slightly closed his eyes, wiping away the entanglement and sorrow from his pupils, leaving only endless coldness.
Back then, when he risked his life to save Duan Nian from the hands of bandits, he had no idea of his identity. If he had known, not only would he not have saved him, but he might have mercilessly added a few more strikes!
He hated, hated himself for not knowing Duan Nian's identity earlier, if he had known, he wouldn't be suffering such torment now.
