Luo Qiangwei, with her eyes down, not looking at him, spoke in a somewhat chaotic train of thought, "No, don't get me wrong, I definitely don't mean to blame you, it's my own fault, please let the person go, I already know I'm wrong."
"The incident back then," Mo Shiche's voice was low and slow, "was my fault, I didn't clarify things, I trusted the wrong person, I misunderstood you and hurt you, I know it feels terrible, and I have fully realized that now."
So that's how he had misunderstood her before.
That's why her first instinct was to think he was behind it.
An eye for an eye, was it?
Luo Qiangwei slowly lifted her face, her gaze somewhat blankly fixed on him, "You..."
After her intense, uncontrollable reaction to the memory of the past, it took her a while to grasp the meaning behind his words, her eyes widening, "You mean, Huangnian wasn't kidnapped by you?"
"Not by me, Tangtang."
