Mo Jiangli gave a bitter smile. "In this state, I might as well be dead—at least that would bring peace."
Chu Qingmeng had a strong urge to slap him across the face. She held back, repeatedly fighting the impulse, before finally letting out a sigh. "Today, your mother will teach you another saying: 'When heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first exhausts their mind and will, strains their muscles and bones, starves their body, leaves them destitute, and disrupts their every undertaking. In this way, their heart is stimulated, their patience is tempered, and their inadequacies are increased.'"
Mo Jiangli froze, the emotions churning in the depths of his heart like monstrous waves. Was it really just a trial?
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