Shi Nuan frowned, her head slightly lowered, and said, "Actually, I used to think that hatred is something that can't be forgotten because it can keep a person sober, it can let me know how to walk the path ahead. At that time, I was alone, and there was hardly anyone who truly cared about me.
But now, I have Second Uncle. He is genuinely very, very good to me. For over twenty years since I was a child, apart from my grandpa and my mother, he has been the best to me, and the hatred buried in my heart can inadvertently hurt him, even if it hurts myself. But I also understand that Second Uncle worries more than I do... but to let go of my hatred, I can't do it either..."
Qu Yuzuo looked at Shi Nuan, the corners of his mouth always carrying a faint smile.
