The seniors didn't understand why Xia Fumeng could say confidently that a minor couldn't be sentenced. This cold-blooded girl, who didn't even care when she killed a person, cried when they reminisced about their families.
"Xia Fumeng, I admit you have a lot of things that some of us don't have. But that's the case for you too. In the future, don't go out and treat everyone you meet as poor losers. Those 'poor losers' have memories and warmth which you don't. Do you know why my words could make you cry?"
Xia Fumeng didn't want to weep, but she couldn't control her tears. She looked at Qianmo through her tear-filled eyes. Qianmo placed her hand on her heart.
"You have a wound here, and you hurt others to fill it up. But doing so wouldn't bring you the warmth you desire. I just want to tell you, if you continue to go down the wrong path, this wound will never heal. It would hurt whenever it is touched for your whole life."
