"Then can you forgive me?" Tong Ran met his gaze, her eyes harboring an unmelting frost. She shook her head, "Even if it was Mo Nanjue who killed Uncle, I'm his woman. You shouldn't forgive me, should you?"
"..."
Luo Xiao never imagined she would say such things. He went to great lengths doing all these things just to erase Mo Nanjue from her heart. He always thought Mo Nanjue was just a thorn — pull it out, and things would return to the way they were. He tightened his grip on her arm, truly feeling the irony, "In the end, you are still siding with him."
"I'm siding with him? Don't you find your words laughable?"
"Aren't you?" Luo Xiao's lips curled coldly, his fingers tightened, almost sinking into her arm, "At this point, why do you still want to defend him? You would rather say you killed someone just to protect him entirely, right?"
"Let me go!"
"Answer me!"
