"Even though you've done such cruel things to him, he still trusts you very much. He's eaten the poisonous banquet you prepared for him time and time again. He's come back from the gates of hell with difficulty again and again. He's heartbroken again and again. This is how you treat him."
Zhou Heng's words were calm, like a sharp knife that pierced through something Wei Ling was unwilling to face.
"What kind of child does Mother want? Ah Zhi was so obedient to you, but you didn't treat him well at all. Why do you want me to obey you now? If I don't, will you not treat me well? Mother is really strange. Back then, you were cold and heartless to Ah Zhi. Why are you cold and heartless to me now too? Mother has probably forgotten that Ah Zhi and I were born together. I'm just like him."
"If he's not liked by Mother, how can I be liked by Mother? In that case, we both don't need your affection anymore."
Zhou Heng stood up and prepared to leave.
