"Are you feeling better? Do you still feel uncomfortable from anger?" Bei Shuo asked worriedly.
Mu Ci shook his head gently. "So, even my temper is controlled?"
Bei Shuo nodded reluctantly. "Brother, you've suffered all these years."
Mu Ci didn't look sad. Instead, he looked relieved. "Thank you for letting me know the truth. Otherwise, I always thought it was my own problem."
Bei Shuo held Mu Ci's hand and remained silent.
Mu Ci reached out with her other hand and stroked Bei Shuo's hair. "I'm sorry for making you suffer. If I were stronger, I would have taught him a lesson tonight."
Bei Shuo smiled bitterly. "If he's pretending to be drunk, he must have realized that your legs can walk. This is different from your plan. You should think about how to explain it to him."
Mu Ci said calmly, "What's there to explain? My legs can walk. At most, they'll be even more wary of me. Sooner or later, that day will come."
