"No, I wasn't wrong to fall in love with Tingshen. I was wrong to misjudge you," Gu Mian said with a bitter smile. "Not just me, but even my grandparents were wrong."
"They should have never saved you and your mother, never should have raised a white-eyed wolf like you!"
Gu Xingzhi lowered his eyes, "I indeed owe my grandparents and you an apology, but I had no choice."
"Stop making excuses for your evil deeds; you had a choice," Gu Mian closed her eyes, suppressing the anger in them. "You had already made enough money in Northern Myanmar. You could have had a good life without choosing this path of revenge."
"Mianmian, you make it sound so simple. Have you ever considered how I feel?" pain surged in Gu Xingzhi's eyes. "Do you think I can easily forget the sight of those men crushing my mother beneath them and violating her? Can I forget the struggle of our mother and son barely clinging to life? Or can I forget the sight of my mother dying with depression and despair?"
