Madam Yun slumped into the closest seat, laughing.
Yun Xuan stared at her. For some reason, this kind of laughter felt dangerous.
"I only said I would kill him... but... look how worked up you are... haha! You almost tore me into pieces like a lion.
But I'm not allowed to be sad over my son's death.... what a joke.... what a joke..."
Yun Xuan relaxed her clenched fists. Her emotions were complicated. "Mother..."
Xia Rou held her shoulder. "You cannot talk logic to her."
She was not in her right mind.
Xia Rou was familiar with this kind of pain. She knew what Madam Yun must be feeling, so she didn't begrudge her for attacking Yun Xuan. "Go to your room, get an ice pack for your face while at it. I'll speak to her."
Yun Xuan nodded and went to her room. Her presence here would do more harm than good.
"Is this the outcome you really want?" She heard Xia Rou ask in the living room.
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