After hearing Tang Ziran's question, Huo Yuhao fell silent for a while, then a faint, bitter smile appeared on his face.
Then Huo Yuhao spoke, saying calmly to Tang Ziran, "I had enemies. I hated them deeply. When I truly left home for the first time, it was for revenge..."
"Then you must have succeeded in taking your revenge," Tang Ziran said, taking it for granted.
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao shook his head. "No. One died before I returned for revenge. Another later repented before my mother's grave and mine, yet I let him go..."
"Why?" Tang Ziran asked, unable to understand.
Huo Yuhao replied, "Because while my mother was still alive, she told me how she loved that man, what the feelings between them were like. Back then, I really thought my mother loved him."
"Watching that man weep and repent before my mother's grave, I remembered the things she had said when she was alive, so I let him go."
"But later, I learned what my mother had truly meant. Those words weren't meant for me, but for other people. That was how she protected herself in those circumstances."
"I was simply too dull-witted. I failed to hear it at the time and took her words as the truth."
"That man had status, prestige, and a certain degree of strength. He lived better than the vast majority of people. His life was comfortable, and his appearances drew attention..."
"Perhaps some people would speak of the responsibilities that came with the position that man held back then..."
"But as I think about it now, his so-called repentance before my mother's grave back then..."
"Given everything he had done before, it seemed utterly hypocritical."
As he spoke, Huo Yuhao looked toward the screen before him. The recording had finished playing,