My little uncle sighed with pity and guilt. "Tong Mo told me his plan. He said that he wouldn't use Nanxing's blood to continue his life no matter what. Destiny is fated. He has experienced a lot in his lifetime. He has no regret. If he caused pain to Nanxing, he wouldn't have the face to face his father after he died. I... agreed with him, but also felt sorry for him..."
"Why should you?!" I huffed angrily. "If you really feel sorry for him, you should have told me what happened. At least let me decide if I should help my cousin. What right do you two have to decide for me?" I yelled at my uncle.
My uncle was obviously in the wrong, so he didn't say anything.
Jing Tian pulled me back and said gently, "Don't be unreasonable. Your little uncle is in a hard spot. Both of you are his family. What else do you want him to do?"
My little uncle's eyes reddened.
