The two beds were adjacent, and Baili Xia lay on her side, quietly watching that resolute profile.
That desolate face, she didn't know how long it had been since she had looked at it seriously.
Ever since Grandpa's incident, every time she faced him, it was either hatred, indifference, or deliberate estrangement.
Had this man really been removed from the depths of her heart?
Could she truly and rightfully be with Brother?
She didn't know, she really didn't know.
She wanted revenge, but the target was only Mu Xuri; she didn't want to hurt Uncle, nor anyone else unrelated,
but regardless of whether the revenge succeeded or not, she and he were destined never to be together.
With Grandpa's matter, even if he had been kept in the dark, not the mastermind, he was still an accomplice.
She could forgive him for being blinded by hatred, but forgiveness didn't mean she could completely forget.
Even if they were together, what meaning would it have?
