Ling Ruonan was like a person gasping for breath on the brink of death who suddenly saw a glimmer of hope, like someone living in the perpetual darkness who suddenly saw a ray of light.
She embraced Sang Qian once more, crying until she became a figure of tears.
After a while, her emotions calmed down, and with eyes red from crying, she looked at Sang Qian, "Ling Jinghang... he's not human."
Sang Qian noticed that Ling Ruonan trembled every time Ling Jinghang was mentioned. She sat beside her, holding her in her arms, "Take it slow, no rush."
Ling Ruonan was like a vulnerable cub needing protection, snuggling into Sang Qian's embrace, "He commits domestic violence, hitting my mother. At first, he would regret and blame himself after hitting her, kneeling in front of my mother, begging for forgiveness and seeking pardon.
