It's easy for a person to pretend for a day, even a year, but decades of daily interaction can't possibly be an act.
Xu Chaomu's eyes moistened, her delicate hand clutching Shen Chi's shirt tightly, her lips gently pursed.
"Mrs. Shen, these are the things you might not be aware of. I'm telling you because you have the right to know, and I also hope you can forgive the third brother. He has been brooding over the incident from seven years ago."
Xu Chaomu shook her head vigorously: "No... I stopped blaming him long ago, and I don't hate him anymore. I just want him to wake up safe and sound."
"From now on, I will no longer be the third brother's subordinate. I will likely spend the rest of my life in prison. Shen and Mrs. Shen, I beg of you to take care of the third brother."
"I will take good care of third brother," Xu Chaomu repeatedly promised.
