His Adam's apple bobbed. "Tangtang, this is the only way to save your daughter. The Heart Connecting Gu within her is mutually restrained by Sheng Miao. Without removing it, you will live under Sheng Miao's endless threats for the rest of your life—"
"As you said, the Mo Shiche you loved died six years ago. I am not him and do not deserve to be him, so be rational. An eye for an eye is fair. I still owe your mother a life; consider this as repaying that debt, okay?"
Luo Qiangwei paused briefly, then tilted her head with a smile, "Did you overhear me talking to Yan Chu that day, saying that Mo Shiche died in my heart six years ago?"
Mo Shiche's eyes darkened, yet his expression remained indifferent, "If that's what you think, then that's the reality."
She let out an "Oh," "Then why do you think I'm still willing to share a bed with you?"
His expression grew colder, "You have needs; I have skills."
"You do have pretty good skills, but it hurt a lot just now, negative points."
