"I really am a bit tired," he said, "but seeing you makes me at ease."
Xia Zhisu looked down at his hand encircling hers, feeling as if her heart had been brushed by a feather.
"Xia Zhisu..."
"Hmm?"
"Ling Chao paid the price. I've avenged you in a way. Do you hate me a little less now?" he asked her.
Actually, she didn't hate him.
Because she always knew it wasn't his fault.
"You should know I don't hate you."
"But you hate that I protected Ling Chao, so you deliberately told me the truth about my mother's death back then, wanting to force me to act against my own father." Ling Tian'ao knew all too well.
Xia Zhisu's eyes trembled slightly.
She should have known he would guess.
Seeing her frozen silhouette, he hugged her, saying, "It's okay. Although he is my biological father, he deserved it. As Mu Ting's son, it's only right for me to avenge my mother."
"Don't you hate me?" Knowing she deliberately forced him to act, doesn't he mind at all?
