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Huo Lin was actually very clear that his current thoughts were desperately trying to absolve his father of guilt.
He gripped the pen in his hand tightly.
Suddenly, he somewhat understood why his mother had been driven by her guilt to the point of falling ill over the years.
Honestly, after knowing the truth.
He inexplicably felt guilty about Pei Ya.
He was no good man, nor was he someone who easily softened his heart.
It was just that he was deeply shaken by that aura Pei Ya had, willing to pay any price for the truth.
Perhaps, it could be called sympathy.
Huo Lin thought that if his family was not entirely to blame, perhaps he would feel less guilty.
…
"Achoo!" Pei Ya touched his nose and muttered to himself, "Who's thinking of me?"
"Sick?" Han Wang came over, her gaze falling on Pei Ya's hand. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking displeased.
