"Damn it, you still dare to talk back? Zhan Xiaoyao, is your brain busted? If he's meant to die, let him die, to hell with it—what's it to you? Aren't you scramming back with me right this moment?"
"Little Yao, my good girl..." Yu Yizhen couldn't stop wiping away her tears, "Listen to Mom, we can't afford to meddle in this... Do you really want to throw your whole life away?"
Zhan Se stood up straight, leaning against the wall for support, "Mom, you're right."
"Little Yao—" Yu Yizhen panicked, "Have you lost your mind... gone crazy?"
"Mom, if I were the one lying in there today, I guess you would also just turn around and leave, right?" Her gaze on her mother was cold as Zhan Se gave a sarcastic laugh, then she struggled to stand up amidst the sounds of crying and cursing and without looking back, she dashed out.
Downstairs.
The May sunlight was somewhat blinding.
She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes.
And she laughed again.
