She had been abandoned, forsaken; even her own daughter no longer wanted her. Who else in this world would?
When Sang Zhilan was imprisoned, Tang Yuxin knew. She hadn't thought to absolve her of anything. Those who do wrong in this world must pay the price. Justice is clear, not that it doesn't come, but because its time has not yet arrived.
She didn't believe in the so-called saying that good deeds go unrewarded.
It was punishment Sang Zhilan deserved, the price she had to pay.
Don't talk about pity, for those who are pitiable often have detestable qualities.
Tang Yuxin touched her hand bones and then sat down, also carefully lining up the silver needles. Fortunately, it was her left hand that was injured; otherwise, just treating it with her left hand would cause much trouble.
