In the coffee shop below the Gu Family building:
Gu Mochen gazed at the obsessive Han Siming in front of him, his dark eyes somewhat misty.
A woman, betrayed by her own husband, leads a somewhat tragic life.
Clearly, she is the biggest victim... Including her son, that is himself, who for so many years, never complained. Instead, it was the mistress and the illegitimate child who kept clamoring for unfair treatment.
The ways of the world are indeed ironic.
A sneer formed on the corner of Gu Mochen's mouth, then his thin lips pursed as he spoke in a composed manner, "All these years, I didn't seek justice from you because in my eyes, you are you, your mother is your mother, both cannot be equated. Moreover, attributing Dong Qin's resentment onto you would be unfair to you. As it turns out... it was my utmost folly."
Gu Mochen clenched his hand tightly, learning from his mistake.
Because... like mother, like son.
Han Siming: "..."
