"Shao Qihai, they've already seen your attitude. Bai Lu has also seen it, so let's stop here. You've already abandoned them once. You can't leave them behind again. The dead can't be resurrected, but the living have to continue living."
Shao Qihai looked at Mu Jingzhe's eyes and his already stiff legs went limp. He fell to his knees. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
Three apologies. The first one was to Bai Lu, the person he had let down the most in his life, the second one was to the children, and the third one was to Mu Jingzhe.
Mu Jingzhe sighed and took the key from Shao Qihai to open the door to Zhao Lan's room.
Zhao Lan had been silent for a while, but her eyes were still open and she hadn't died. Indeed, good people didn't live long, and scourges would live for a thousand years.
