Over the years, Lin Jiamu always dreamt, dreamt of that fire disaster, dreamt of loudly calling for Mom, of her breaking down in despair, and even dreamt of her standing by the river in hopeless suicide, and her hatred for him after knowing the truth.
Having done something guilty, he was always afraid of being discovered.
Now that she knew everything, he felt relieved instead.
He looked at Mu Yan and said, "It was me who caused you to lose your mom."
With a "slap" sound, the air seemed to quiet down.
Lin Jiamu did not dodge, and took this slap hard.
Mu Yan's eyes burned with hatred, coldly saying, "I will never forgive you!"
She turned and walked back, saying harsh words, yet tears uncontrollably fell down.
No one knew how happy she was to have a friend like him.
After all, she was sick since childhood, classmates were unwilling to get close to her, and she had been unlucky since young. Yet, to have such a righteous and kind friend seemed like a gift from heaven.
