Cousin Mo's voice was very gentle. "Isn't it normal to be like them? In fact, I look like them too. After all, we share the same bloodline."
I pouted.
He reached out and touched my head. "Dragons have nine sons, and they are all different. I don't object to you holding a grudge against them. In the future, when we fight, I won't show any mercy either. However, Nanxing, don't let yourself be shackled. It was them who made the choice to come after us. It's not our fault. We have a clear conscience."
I looked at him. "But I feel guilty."
His hand paused. "Why?"
I reached out to grab his wrist. "You're the reason why! You don't let me save you. Are you trying to make me feel guilty, letting me know that my blood can save you, but you insist on me watching you die? Cousin Mo, you don't like me anymore. You want me to suffer in guilt for the rest of my life. You want to punish me for the bad luck I've brought to the Tong Family!"
