"Stolen your things? Are you that shameless to say such a thing? You know exactly why I was born; can you really blame all your hatred on me just because your own transplant failed?"
These words might have been impulsive, but Musheng didn't feel there was anything wrong with them. Mu Luo harbored resentment in her heart, but didn't she have her own grievances?
After hearing Musheng's retort, a hint of disappointment flashed in Mu Luo's eyes, and it seemed that, due to the emotional upheaval, he lowered his head and coughed a few more times, more violently than before. The motion flushed his inherently pale and thin face with a touch of crimson. "So this is what you've always thought in your heart?"
