"Was I wrong?"
Mao Xiaoxiao asked herself.
Nangong Shu's face didn't look good either.
The dream was unbearable for him, a child of fortune.
He had always believed that what he did and said was right.
But he hadn't expected that maybe one word from him could lead to the death of countless innocent people.
Nangong Shu began to doubt himself.
Since childhood, he had gone through so much and said so many things. Were they all right? Did he implicate innocent people?
"Of course it was wrong."
At this moment, Miss Wu appeared in front of Mao Xiaoxiao and Nangong Shu: "You consider yourselves superior, ignoring others' lives. Now, you're tasting the flavor yourself, huh, it sounds so noble, standing on the moral high ground to demand and criticize others. When it comes to yourself, why not say the same? You don't know how painful it is until the knife cuts into your own flesh."
Mao Xiaoxiao lowered her head, feeling a bit ashamed.
