Mo Shu was somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect you to still remember."
Mo Jiantao glared at her and said nothing else.
He remembered.
Of course, he remembered.
For so many years, Mo Jiantao had never forgotten.
But, why should he remember?
That woman had done so many things to wrong him, causing him such misery that even in her death, it was a grand disturbance that left no peace.
Mo Jiantao had hated her for so many years, only to find out much later that Sha Ling was innocent.
Having hated her for so many years, only to discover it was all a misunderstanding, Mo Jiantao was at a loss for what to do.
A mix of regret, remorse, heartache, and sorrow—it was unclear which emotion was more prevalent, but Mo Jiantao felt an intense congestion in his heart.
Mo Shu thought that Mo Jiantao would say something to sting her at such a time; she was ready to retort, but to her surprise, Mo Jiantao remained silent.
