Six days after the incident, as she lay dying, Tang Yuanxiao had returned. He hadn't listened to the villagers at all. Instead, he had walked straight toward her with a murderous look on his face. Before she could even open her mouth to explain, he had seized her by the throat...
Su Li gasped for breath, her mind fixated on a single question. 'If Tang Yuanxiao really did catch the human traffickers in our past life and heard the same story from all four of them... then that means in our last life, he...'
The implications were horrifying, and Su Li trembled all over.
'If my guess is right, then in our last life, Tang Yuanxiao didn't believe the village rumors at all. He must have convicted me based on the traffickers' testimony, believing that I sold Little Tang Mo.'
'How much he must have hated me...'
'Tang Mo was sold, Mrs. Tang died unable to rest in peace, and I... I never even said I was sorry to him...'
Su Li couldn't bear to imagine it.
