Qiao Dehou gazed at her and said slowly, "And Fu Nancheng... he did what he did back then to protect you."
Qiao Mo was speechless, somewhat lost.
Indeed, she knew he was trying to protect her, but she kept avoiding it, unwilling to accept this truth.
Because it seemed once she accepted it, she wouldn't know who to hold accountable for this mistake or who could offer solace for her lost child.
"Dad, he's different from you. You ultimately never hurt me."
Qiao Mo didn't know how to put it. Maybe because the despair he brought her was too deep, making it... unbearable for her.
"Xiao Mo, think about it carefully. He also has his helplessness. When you think about it, someone like him has never been so stifled before. While wronging you, wasn't he also wronging himself?"
Qiao Dehou gently patted Qiao Mo's shoulder.
Initially, he resented Fu Nancheng the same way. He always thought.
