And moreover... his mother should have been the Mo Family's Eldest Young Madam. Who would dare to kill such a person?
"Have you never heard of a phrase?" Mo Nanjue's brow faintly arched, "revenge to wash away hatred."
"I've heard of it, but?"
"As the name implies, revenge is to wash away hatred," his eyes dark and indistinct, "but if the hatred can never be cleansed, what's the use of taking revenge?"
"..."
Hatred that can never be cleansed away... what kind of hatred could that be?
Tong Ran stared at him, dazed, as the tears not yet dried at the corners of her eyes began to fall, "Your mother... when did she pass away?"
The man knew what she wanted to ask. He feared that if he continued to speak, Tong Ran couldn't bear hearing it, "I've already finished talking about the matter of the needle pricking."
"But..."
"You woman, how can you cry without end?"
