He couldn't help but sigh when he saw the hatred in Tang Ya's eyes. He smiled bitterly and said, "You said that I took poison, and I'll die soon. I'm about to die, why should I care about anyone hypocritically?
"Xiao Ya, it's alright if you hate me and don't want to forgive me." Mo Yunchen retracted his hand and slowly stood up. "I've said it before. If it can remove the hatred in your heart and make you stop living with hatred, my death is worth it."
Tang Ya was stunned. She thought of something and bit her lip.
"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Shixiu frowned. "Ah Si and I will take you to the hospital now."
"No need." Mo Yunchen shook his head. "This is what I owe Wanqiu. I'm willing to pay with my life."
Tang Ya looked up in surprise.
