Jian Si placed the glass of milk on the coffee table, slowly stood up, and stared unflinchingly at Ji Hong.
"Grandpa, if the roles were reversed today, and the truth really was as Ji Luoyun claimed—what would you do? Would you forgive me? Or would you just brush it off with a mere 'sorry' and move on?"
Ji Hong was rendered speechless by her question.
Indeed.
If the situation were reversed, he definitely wouldn't forgive Jian Si.
Not for a lifetime.
Though Ji Luoyun felt indignant, she displayed a humble attitude and admitted her guilt, saying, "As long as you're willing to forgive me, I'm willing to do anything."
Jian Si shook her head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
"Honestly, it's unnecessary. You and I aren't close, so whether I forgive you or not changes nothing. I just want the truth—a fair and just truth. Now that the truth has come out and everyone knows I was wronged, that's enough for me."