Gu Junzhu stared coldly at Mi Sheng, stating, "The reason is that one insists on burying all one's so-called grievances deep inside, unwilling to share anything, content in letting the other party grieve over misunderstanding. Yet, you alone bear your so-called grievances, bemoaning your own grandeur. The truth is, if it were shared, the two of you could perhaps solve things easily through cooperation."
Gu Junzhu coldly asked, "I wonder what Miss Mi's grievance might be? You desire to protect Qiao Zui? Fear of hurting Qiao Zui? Do you perhaps feel that you're being rather magnanimous now?"
Mi Sheng shook her head vigorously, completely unable to utter a word.
She couldn't speak.
She couldn't say anything at all.
She couldn't let Qiao Zui know that she was the daughter of his father's murderer.
She didn't want Qiao Zui to look at her with hatred and disgust.
She simply couldn't.
She couldn't accept it.
She was on the verge of breaking down…
