Qiao Muye looked at her, "So, do you want me to die? In your eyes, is human life so cheap? Hannan can die, I can die too..."
"No!" The old lady got a bit flustered, took a step forward, and seized Qiao Muye's arm: "How could mother let you die! You are mother's life, if you died, mother couldn't live either!"
"I know I'm very important to you." Qiao Muye looked down at her: "But have you ever thought that some people are also very important to me."
"You still can't forget that little slut to this day!"
The old lady abruptly clutched his arm, her eyes filled with jealousy: "What's so good about her? She left you and married someone else! After all these years, how can you be so pathetic as to not let go!"
"It wasn't her who left me." Qiao Muye remembered the past, feeling heart-wrenching pain: "It was you who forced her to leave, wasn't it?"
"In your heart, am I even less than her?"
