“Ye Rong, even if you’re dead, you still left hope for my dye dye. If you knew that your daughter was my dye dye’s life-saving medicine, I don’t know if you would have crawled out of the ground and regretted giving birth to such a daughter. The winner was me, Zhu Xianglan. In this life, you lost. Yes, you lost. You didn’t get anything, but I did get Su Qingdong. I’m Su Qingtai. I’m still alive, but you’re dead, dead, dead...”
The more she thought about it, the more twisted her expression became. It was almost as if her eyes were blocked. That Woman’s daughter was once again lying on the operating table, pulling out her bone marrow and dyeing it for her.
