"Just over a year after I left, I heard the news of his passing," Zhuo Feng'er said, unable to stop once she started reminiscing.
"Truth be told, I knew from the beginning it wasn't your mom's fault. If anything, I was the one who wronged her. But after hearing about your dad's death, I didn't know what else I was living for. Without that misplaced hatred, I would have lost all motivation to stay in this world."
"So now you don't hate my mom because you've given up on living, right?" Ye Fei looked into Zhuo Feng'er's eyes and said, "But if you die now, do you think you'll have the face to meet my dad?"
Zhuo Feng'er instinctively glanced down at her hips, still stained with a faint trace of blood, and sighed, "I don't have the face to see him because I didn't preserve the purity that was meant only for him."
