The Gift In the Dolls

Old Master Ji wasn't much different from before. In fact, he seemed even more benevolent than ever, making Mu Jingzhe feel disbelief and discomfort.

"I thought… I thought…"

"Don't think too much. Don't." How could he bear to detest and hate her? This was the woman Ji Buwang had treasured in his heart. She was the girl he had risked his life to save.

If he hated her and stabbed her with a knife, his grandson would be in so much pain when he saw this from up there.

Old Master Ji was in so much pain that he wished he was dead, but he really didn't hate Jingzhe. Not even a little bit. This was because Buwang had exchanged his life for Jingzhe's. He couldn't wait to love and protect her. Only by doing so would he not let him down.

Right now, treating Mu Jingzhe well meant treating Ji Buwang well. He couldn't let Buwang die with remaining grievances.