Chapter 1527

Mu Jingxiu seriously stared at him. Mo Hantian rested his elbows on the stone table, hanging his head low, gripping his hair tightly, his voice carrying a desolation he couldn't suppress: "I regret it, I really do. How I wish Si Yan could come back to life, even...even if it's to seek revenge on me. Even...even if it requires my life to restore hers, I'm willing." That day, when he saw Si Yan falling in front of him, hearing the doctor declare her death. It felt as though his entire soul was ripped away from him. He had never known, that losing someone could hurt so much. That each breath could feel like a knife striking his heart. At that time, he had misunderstood Si Yan. He despised Si Yan's unprincipled means to reach her goals, detested her indifference, and hated her ambiguous relationship with other men. But no matter how much he hated, he had never thought of stealing her heart, let alone...wanted her dead. He didn’t know why he was so confused. Why... why he was so stubbornly