He thought that she must have sunk into despair back then and probably felt as hopeless as he did right now.
Yan Yan, look at how fair the gods are – I hurt you but in the end, I did not get anything at all.
Now, you can let go of your hurt because I'm experiencing the same pain that I inflicted on you.
Mo Yixuan suddenly looked up. For some reason, he felt exceptionally depressed and a clear tear drop formed at the corner of his eye.
Wu Xiaomin knocked on the door.
"Sir, dinner is served."
Mo Yixuan quickly wiped his tear away. He didn't want anyone to see him in such a state.
He turned around and looked calmly at Wu Xiaomin. This maid was hired by Yan Yan four years ago and if he didn't remember incorrectly, she was from Yan Yan's hometown.
Yan Yan also seemed to be on relatively good terms with Wu Xiaomin when she lived at the Mo mansion.
