Huo Xiaoran looked at Qiao An's dejected expression, and the smile in his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"An'an, I believe you, but I have to seek justice for you. If Lu Mo is really the mastermind behind these misunderstandings, how can I let her live freely?"
"Why should she be so comfortable when you're suffering?"
At this moment, Huo Xiaoran's chest was filled with hatred. It turned out that it wasn't that Qiao An didn't love him in the past. She had lived a more painful life than him. Not only did she love him but she also hated him for it.
Huo Xiaoran suddenly clenched his fists tightly. The pain in his nails was like a bayonet that had cut into his heart. He hated himself. Why had he let Qiao An suffer so much despite their love for each other?
He swore that he would make everyone who had sowed discord between them and hindered their happiness pay.
