Huo Xiaoran stood rooted to the ground with a defeated expression.
"An'an, it's been so long. Can't you forget it?" He hoped that Qiao An would forget what happened that night. He didn't want to exonerate himself, but he felt that Qiao An's pain seemed to have increased.
He didn't want QIao An to suffer that much.
Qiao An stared at him. Her mind was filled with the aftermath of the car accident. She had been injured. Although her injuries were not serious, because she was pregnant, many drugs could not be used during the treatment. Even anesthesia could not be used, which had barely brought her out of hell.
How could she forget that heart-wrenching pain?
"Huo Xiaoran, my hatred for you will never end in this lifetime." She was like a moth flying into a fire, valiantly pouncing on the burning flames.
Huo Xiaoran's eyes were filled with disbelief. Qiao An's hatred for him exceeded his expectations. At that moment, he was a little disheartened.
