"Smack!"
A loud slap echoed in the room, scattering countless small white cards across the floor.
Wen Jue looked at her with slightly red eyes. Today, she really wanted to have a good talk with Mo Yan...
"What right do you have to tell me what to do! What gives you the right to talk to me like that! You clearly don't know anything..."
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could finish, Chu Moyan grabbed her collar:
"I don't understand? Let me tell you, the person you arranged the funeral for is my friend! The mother who committed suicide in front of you is my godmother! You say I don't understand?"
Xiaowen froze, her hand, which had tried to resist, fell limply to her sides: "I...I'm sorry...I..."
"I don't want to hear any apologies! You're so upset that you don't want to talk to a complete stranger, so what about me? Am I supposed to die with her?!"
"What? You're too young and the trauma was too much? I researched antidote drugs for my friend and even lost my sense of taste, but I still missed catching up by just one day!"
"Compared to me, what are all yours!"
Wen Jueqian was stunned by the scolding, tears streaming down her face. She never imagined that Chu Moyan would have no sense of taste...
Yes, compared to her, what is my sadness...?
"Please stop torturing yourself, okay?" Mo Yan hugged her tightly, her voice choked with emotion as she spoke, her voice breaking with sobs.
"Think about the way your dad looks at you... Everyone feels sorry for you..."
"Be brave... move on from the past... we can go slowly, but don't stand still..."
"Let bygones be bygones; we who are alive should live better lives!"
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