It was as if Murong Mian wanted to vent all the grievances she had accumulated in her heart in one go.
Every word he said was like a tiny needle, densely packed, and all pierced into Madam Murong's heart. He did not show mercy just because she was weak and about to die. Under his calm appearance, the torrent that flowed out seemed to want to slap Madam Murong to death.
Madam Murong opened her mouth to explain, but no words came out. Tears were flowing from her eyes. She was begging him, begging him to stop talking.
However, it was no use. Murong Mian did not stop.
