“I won’t believe it unless you nod,” Mo Ran said to the man in the coffin. His expression was placid, as if fully expecting the person before him to wake up. “Chu Wanning, give me a nod. Just one nod, and I’ll believe you, and I won’t hate you anymore. Just one nod, okay?” But Chu Wanning only lay there, cold and expressionless, as if it made no difference to him whether Mo Ran hated him or not. He himself had left with a clear conscience, abandoning the living to their guilt.”