"Shiche."
"I don't know how many lives I have left to be tormented by this hereditary thing, Yunshen, I've never thought about marriage, nor do I want to bring disaster to someone else. It was she who fought tooth and nail to latch onto me," Moh Shiche said with a dark, cold, sneering laugh, "Since she's clung on for seventeen years, ensnared my marriage and drained me of interest, does she think she can just leave whenever she wants?"
Mu Yunshen pursed his lips, his voice grave, "Your dad's still alive, which shows that turning thirty isn't necessarily the end. He must have a way to alleviate the poison. Wait for him to come back."
"Do I need to tell you how much my dad hates me, waiting for him to come back?" The man's lips curled into an even colder, deeper smile, "Maybe next time he'll come back with a gun to kill me, since I wasn't born to him and that woman. He thinks I've tainted his bloodline."
Mu Yunshen fell silent.
