She bowed her head and said, "Let's rest for five minutes before we leave, I'll support you and head towards the area with fewer trees."
"Tangtang."
Mo Shiche suddenly called out to her in a hoarse voice.
Luo Qiangwei focused on his wound, nodding slightly as a response.
Then she heard him say in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Her movements stiffened slightly.
"It's about your mother," he said slowly after some consideration, "At that time she was not in her right mind, holding a gun and wanting to kill. You were by her side, and I was afraid she would hurt you and the child. I also didn't want her to hurt Sheng Miao. I aimed for her shoulder, but the bullet hit her heart,"
He looked at her quivering eyelashes, his voice low and clear, "Although it wasn't my intention, she died, and it's my fault."
Luo Qiangwei hung her head and after a while, she spoke, "You didn't mean to kill her."
