At that moment, Jiang Yuning's delicate body shook, and she looked at the utterly miserable blood-colored creature. Her eyes were already filled with glistening mist.
"What's wrong, child?"
Jiang He asked gently.
"Respected Ancestor, this, this infant... It has no enmity with us, and it's of the Jiang family bloodline. Why must we treat him this way? It's really unfair to him."
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Yuning finally voiced all her thoughts.
Because she believed it was all her fault, her lack of seriousness had led to such proposed action, which had caused this infant to be persecuted so miserably.
"Ning'er, in this world, kindness doesn't qualify one to survive. Kindness comes from emotion, and emotion isn't necessarily a bad thing, but sometimes, in this cruel world, without strength, there is no right to have emotions."
