Mu Xiaoyao finally realized that he and his uncle were both the same kind of bastards.
Did he ever give Bailixia a chance when she begged for mercy and wanted to explain herself?
He had no idea why he was acting so disgustingly, but he hated himself for it.
He poured the wine, gulping it down one glass after another.
Baili Xia just silently watched him, a dazed look in her eyes.
Why didn't she tell him sooner that she was always being forced?
The question from his brother was indeed a bit funny.
Didn't she really explain? But at that time, he didn't believe her at all.
However, seeing the sincerity in his drunken brother's eyes now, all misunderstandings were dispelled.
She was not a petty person, she couldn't hold on to grudges for long.
At this moment, all the past ill-treatments by her brother vanished from her mind.
But Mu Xiaoyao still found it hard to forgive himself, continuing to pour the drinks down.
