As he spoke, he patted Zhou Huaman's shoulder again. With each pat, Zhou Huaman's face paled a little more. He wanted to resist, but his whole body felt like it had been hit by a pressure point. With every movement, a dense, tingling pain pierced his heart.

Gong Ning seemed not to notice his reaction. Instead, she continued to pat his shoulder gently and sweetly with a smile on her face. As she patted, she found a rhythm and switched to patting his shoulder.

Ah Lin secretly covered his face, thinking, "Oh my god, Zhou Huaman is going to be ruined."

Your Highness's palm strike, tsk!

Gong Ning moved a little further away from him, raised her voice a few decibels, and spoke with a tone full of pity and a hint of frustration.

“If you hadn’t gone so far tonight, trying to frame me, I might not have wanted to expose you.”

Zhou Yin has a bad temper, and my aunt always speaks harshly to me. You always outwardly defend me, but secretly buy things for my sister to make her happy. All I get in return are a few empty, seemingly caring greetings.

But I don't blame you.

After all, you once gave me a home that wasn't warm, but was enough to shelter me from the wind and rain when I had amnesia.

Although your motives are impure, and although you only want to use me to open doors for your business.

Although you covet my family's century-old legacy, and even try to destroy all my past memories.

Even though your daughter threatened suicide, trying to take my place at Liangzhen University.

But I subconsciously ignored and forgot all of this because you created a beautiful, warm and perfect home for me. I couldn't bear to leave it. Sometimes I thought that if I didn't care about these things, would you still be so good to me and be a good father to me?

I could tolerate all of this, I just wanted things to be like they were before.

I can forgive you.