Fu Jingshen listened to Sang Yu's accusations, his thin lips pursing.
"Sang Yu..."
"So, I can only pretend I don't love him, I hate him, just to survive, you understand? If I admitted I loved him, not even dying a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand times would be enough to compensate for what happened to Sang Ran, the condemnation in my heart wouldn't let me live."
"Back then! If I had been callous enough to actually kill him on the black market, Sang Ran's tragedy would've never occurred, it was my mercy towards Gu Cheng that cost Sang Ran his life!"
Sang Yu spat out the words that had been buried deep inside her for so long, yelling them out loud.
Fu Jingshen listened to Sang Yu's words, his thin lips pursing.
This reaction from Sang Yu was within his expectations.
Perhaps... forcing a woman to reveal the words buried deepest in her heart was also a form of liberation for her.
She blamed herself.
