1567. This opportunity, I provided.

Speaking of this, she bitterly laughed, "It was me who gave him this opportunity."

Upon hearing her words, Lu Moqing's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

He knew she was dwelling on the past, ever since Xia Yumo took the knife for her. Whenever it came to Xia Yumo, she would easily get lost in her thoughts.

No matter how he comforted her or persuaded her, she wouldn't listen.

Xia Yumo was her knot and her solution.

Only when Xia Yumo had a good life would she truly recover.

Lu Moqing's heart grew increasingly worried, and he lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, saying softly:

"How could you blame yourself for this? You're hoping for her to get better too. You arranged a nurse for her, a bodyguard, and did everything you could think of for her."

He lowered his head, cupped her face, and let her look at him as he continued:

"Xuxu, you're not a god who can foresee everything. People can be treacherous, and these things are out of our control."