For any child, the best lady in his or her world had always been their mother. The first person to inspire them. But for Feng Yi Lan, unfortunately, her mother has been the lady she despises the most in her life. The person from whom she wants to learn nothing. The person whose shadow can also disgust her.
"Yi Lan … you …, are you forgetting that I am your mother. And this is not the way a child should greet their mother. I won't accept your rudeness" The lady screamed, clenching her fist hard, digging the skin of her palm with her own nails.
But that scream had zero – effects on Feng Yi Lan. She did not even flinch at her sudden pitch, nor did she feel any guilt or remorse for it. Like she has become long used to her such useless yells and screams.
