Gu Nanqiao turned her face away, "If I reveal the truth, Mo Feng may suffer and regret it, and Lin Qingcheng might even die with unrest. I admit my actions are dishonorable, but your decision, though preserving the affection between you and him, can't completely resolve the problem."
"Hmm..." Huo Jingting gently kissed her forehead, "There's nothing dishonorable; you did the right thing."
He realized he had oversimplified things. He wanted to compensate Mo Feng wholeheartedly, but he forgot that Mo Feng didn't want compensation at all; he just wanted revenge.
Today, Mo Feng wanted his hand, and maybe tomorrow, he'd want his life.
By nature, he was kind, but without knowing the truth, he saw him as an enemy, a betrayer. How could Mo Feng possibly soften?
Huo Jingting embraced her back, creating some distance, and stared seriously at her small face.
