Now, she has gradually accepted this reality.
What else can she do if she doesn't accept it?
Could she possibly change fate?
"Qiaoqiao, you don't need to comfort me." She raised her hands and, under the light, repeatedly observed them. She laughed bitterly, "Maybe even heaven can't stand it anymore. How can these blood-stained hands be worthy of being a mother? I've killed too many, carrying too many lives..."
"No, you can't think like that!" Qiao An stopped her, "You were just carrying out tasks for the country, you did nothing wrong!"
"But I killed people, it's a fact."
Qiao An realized that Situ Yunshu was sick...
A sickness of the heart.
She attributed all the wrongs to herself.
When she returned to the main building, it was already late at night.
Xia Lin and Lian Rong returned from their date, just in time to see Qiao An standing in the yard, silently looking up at the moon.
