The word "hurt," he's always disliked it.
What is hurt?
It's just cause and effect.
Everyone must bear the bitter fruit of their past.
"Housekeeper, you can leave first." Shen Shan smiled, his voice gentle.
"Master!"
"Leave."
The housekeeper clenched his teeth, reluctant to go.
In the study, only he and this nearly withered father remained.
"Over the years, I've been thinking, was I too harsh on you? Many things didn't have to be taken so far."
Shen Shan stood up, walked over to him, his eyes filled with a faint expression of guilt, "If I say I feel guilty inside, would you believe me?"
"I don't believe in guilt, I only believe in blood."
He sneered with a taut smile, utterly unmoved, "My name is Mors, not some magnanimous god; only if you die in front of me now will I believe you're guilty."
After speaking, he threw the metal object in his hand onto the thick carpet, his eyes and brows laced with heavier mockery.
