Qiao Mo spoke softly, her voice echoing faintly in the spacious factory.
"Later, through Qiqi, we learned about Aunt Lv and understood that because you were the victim back then, you hated me to the bone. I know I cannot change my past, nor can I undo the harm I have caused the Han family. So, I have tried to forgive you, to understand you, I have always wanted to forgive the harm you have done to me. But, perhaps in this world, there's not a single mother who can forgive those who have hurt her child. So, ultimately, I cannot do it."
"Heh… forgive… I don't need your forgiveness! Who do you think you are! I need your forgiveness!"
Qiao Mo's gaze was very cold at this moment, and she finally understood. In this world, there are ultimately some people who are not on the same path, the more you retreat, the more arrogant they become.
