For him, Nangong Feifei's fate was sealed either way.
But Gu Qiangwei simply couldn't make a decision.
She wanted to personally avenge her child, but recalling her mother's words, she wondered if her own hands taking a life while pregnant could sow the seeds of evil in her baby. And then there was the gunshot from Grandpa, although unintentional, it was undeniable that she had fired that shot.
Seeing her hesitation, Qin Sijue stepped forward, his hand circling her slender waist, and glanced at her clean profile, "Leave it to the prosecution."
It was a simple phrase that came effortlessly from his lips.
Gu Qiangwei looked up, slightly surprised by him.
Yet he pressed his lips together slightly, "Consider it as accumulating virtue for my son, lest..." he took her hand, "yours get dirty as well."
Looking at him, Gu Qiangwei finally nodded.
