Qiao Xi turned her head and stared blankly at him.
The tips of her fingers were warm.
Huo Xingzhou looked up, his thin lips slightly parting, "I know grandma's death is a knot in your heart that will never be undone. I also know you are blaming yourself—if you had not arranged for the old lady to be in the clinic, or if you hadn't left in the middle of the night, perhaps the outcome would have been different."
"But Qiao Xi, there are no 'ifs' in this world."
The event had already happened.
She had lost the relative who loved her the most.
Huo Xingzhou knew she was determined to reach the Imperial Capital at the Medical Competition, to trample those people under her feet. Step by step, she wanted to walk up to Lu Yingxue, to the Lu Family, and trample their proudly revered 'Thirteen Gates of Hell' acupuncture technique!
Xiang Huai had already admitted to arson at the clinic, and there was no evidence against the Lu Family.
