"Mommy, why did you have to do this?" Ye Feimo asked in agony, "Can you truly not accept Han Bi's career? You could've talked to me, why did you have to treat her like that?"
Cheng Anya was silent, lips pursed, her heart aching as she looked at Ye Feimo, twisted in pain.
"Feimo, do you resent Mommy?"
Ye Feimo didn't know how to answer, "Mommy, tell me why? Even if you make up a reason, I'll believe it. I thought Han Bi betrayed me and fled to the United States, and you know better than anyone what kind of life I've lived these past years. If I'm going to die, I want to die understanding."
Cheng Anya closed her eyes. How could she tell Feimo about those indescribable things?
