Huo Shaoyan's pupils slightly trembled because of her words.
He finally spoke in a hoarse voice, rational and clear-headed as he said, "So, apart from the unresolved hatred, your main goal is still to save your daughter's life, isn't it?"
Huo Shaoyan was too astute; An Ge couldn't just pick the pretty words to say. Too many nice words would seem too fake, too perfunctory.
So, An Ge said, "Saving Huanhuan's life is certainly one of the most important reasons."
Huo Shaoyan looked at her with a hint of eagerness in his eyes. "Aside from that? Is there any other reason? Like revenge on me?"
An Ge removed her hand from his thick eyebrows, looked at him, and said, "Frankly, I kind of hate you. So, I want you to taste the pain I went through back then, but..."
She paused deliberately for a few seconds, then leaned in a bit, bringing her still slightly flushed face very close to Huo Shaoyan.
She got so close that Huo Shaoyan's straight nose could almost touch her soft face.