Xing Jiu 'an thought calmly and rationally.
Even though they were the same person, she would not accept her apology.
The dead Xing Jiu 'an was different from her.
Xing Jiu 'an also felt that he seemed to be very cold and heartless. However, if he really accepted the apology, it would seem that she had really forgiven the other party. It would seem that she had reconciled with such a painful past.
She didn't know what to do. She vaguely felt that this room was like a prison. She was trapped in it and had no way out.
It was as if these dreams were forcing her to forgive the Huo family.
However, shouldn't she be the one to decide whether to forgive him or not?
It wasn't about being forced.
Xing Jiu 'an's eyes were cold. Looking at this warm and exquisite room, he felt a chill down his spine.
This feeling was truly terrifying.
It was as if her dream was being controlled, and there was no way for her to hide her actions.
