Cang Ming was focused on driving. When he heard her, he turned to look at her but didn't answer.
She turned her head to look out the window. The dim light flashed across her lonely face, and her voice was like a cool breeze.
"Do you think this is retribution? A few years ago, my leg was crippled because of him. A few years later, he was lying in ICU because of me. "
Cang Ming's face tensed up, but his voice was calm and firm. &Quot; someone is trying to harm him. It has nothing to do with you. Even if you didn't go find him, he would still be in trouble."
There was no cause and effect between the two.
Mo Zhiyun took a deep breath and looked at him. &Quot; perhaps you're right, but it's hard to do it with emotions and rationality. I hated him so much, but when I saw him lying in ICU, dying, I couldn't hate him anymore."
She lowered her head and looked at the shallow scar on her palm.
