He once believed in him so much.
The return he got was two deadly bullets.
He also wanted to deceive himself, telling himself this was a misunderstanding, but those two bullets are the most painful and unforgettable evidence.
Betrayal is betrayal, treachery is treachery.
Even if Huo Jingting regretted it, knew he was wrong, he couldn't change what happened.
"Then you always say he's the person you trust the most, but did you really believe in him?" Gu Nanqiao sharply retorted.
Mo Feng lifted his thin lips, speechless.
She continued asking, each word targeting the crucial point, "You've known him for so many years, been life-and-death friends, ask yourself honestly, the Huo Jingting you know, would he sell out his friends?"
Not trusting him, to put it bluntly, is like not trusting your own judgment.
While doubting Huo Jingting, isn't he also doubting himself?
Upon hearing this, Mo Feng's dark pupils suddenly contracted.
Undeniably, her words hit a weak spot in his heart.
