Looking at his mother's cautiously stretched out hand, Mo Huaiyuan understood that no matter what he did, he could not change his mother's belief in the Archmage. The demon in the mouth of the Archmage has always been a threat that my mother was afraid of. Her prejudice against herself was still so deep, even though Lu Zhengming had exposed his ambitions and made many big mistakes that disappointed her.
In this way, Mo Huaiyuan held the long-lost hand for the first time, and acted like other people's children for the first time. I was filled with emotions and felt that it was worth dying now.
The Archmage has died in the hands of Lu Zhengming, and his evil tricks are enough to prove that he is the monster calculated by the Archmage. But no one can vindicate him except the Archmage.
Intention: Born with no choice, we pursue and control our destiny.