Sheng Shaocheng didn't speak.
"So it's like this, it really is like this." Ling Muye closed his eyes, leaning against the wall.
"The hatred I believed in never existed, the enemy I thought I had was never my enemy. I used my youth as a name, marriage as a burial, all for revenge, only to end in a devastating defeat."
"I thought my love for Qianxia was deep, so I was willing to let go of hatred for her. I was always filled with guilt towards my parents, because they only had me as a child, and I didn't avenge them..."
"Now I finally know, I never had an enemy, only a whole lot of imagination!"
"The one who caused all this, who ruined my family, wasn't you, but my father. My father destroyed my mother, destroyed my family, destroyed everything... He was the real culprit, and yet he died, he died, leaving me to bear the pain alone until now!!"
Seeing Ling Muye in such pain, Sheng's father said to him:
"Muye, things aren't that bad."
