Ma Ji was dead.
This woman had caused me a lot of trouble.
But in the end, she refined the blood in her heart into a life-prolonging medicine and gave it to my cousin Mo. she entrusted her only bloodline to me.
Su Shen and Su Qian asked me if I still hated her.
I smiled bitterly. How could I still hate her?
Such was life. Sometimes, you hate someone to the bone. You might even make killing her one day your goal for years to come.
However, as time passed, the hatred would gradually fade. It was the normal passage of life. If that person changed, you'd find that hatred changing too... especially when that person used all her strength to help you before she died.
It was not that the hatred was not thick enough, but hatred was different from love.
To give up hatred was to redeem oneself.
