Chen Mo listened without interrupting. There was nothing he could do about it anyway.
That was life. Everyone went through hardships; some had more, some had far fewer. It depended on their background. Those born into good families faced fewer hardships, and sometimes material conditions could even smooth those hardships away.
Others began suffering the moment they were born and continued to suffer for the rest of their lives.
Therefore, Chen Mo could only sympathize with Wang Qing's experiences. Anything beyond that was meaningless.
Besides, hardship and pity were not reasons to become a spy, especially not one who sold out her country. That was simply not something a human being should do. There were things people should do and things they should not; it all depended on where they drew the line.
He stepped forward and pressed his palm against Wang Ling's forehead. Using a Restriction, he directly blurred her memories of tonight. All she would remember was drinking with someone, getting a little drunk, returning home in a daze, and sleeping soundly.
As for the bruises on her face and the marks from being tied up, there was nothing he could do about those. Once she woke up, she could fill in the blanks herself. If she could not, she could investigate the reason on her own. If she managed to find it, then good for her.
When Chen Mo pressed his palm to Wang Ling's forehead, Wang Qing had grown nervous and wanted to stop him. After all, she was related to the woman before her by blood. She had secretly watched over her Older Sister for years and had even helped her resolve some troubles now and then. She had developed some feelings for her.
Her body was Half-Human Half-Ghost. The life of an ordinary person