Bai Xiaotong had already lowered her head by now. Indeed, for how many years can she hinder Lei Li? A lifetime?
The vengeance of a loved one, impossible to avenge in a lifetime, without a glimpse of hope—how cruel that is.
Compared to that, it would be better to let Lei Li charge into battle without regrets. Death is merely death; who can escape it?
"Tang Rao, stop talking!" Lei Li suddenly raised her head and roared at Tang Rao.
"Without Second Miss, I would have been dead at the age of seven, without even the chance for revenge."
Tang Rao looked at Lei Li and gently shook his head.
You speak like this because you're still rational, you're not completely twisted yet. Wait another five years, ten years, and you will hate Bai Xiaotong. Then you'll say: It's Bai Xiaotong who made me live hopelessly all these years; I might as well not have been saved.
"Fine, I won't talk anymore." Tang Rao waved his arm, "But you've already clashed with your enemy, your goal now is revenge."