In Ying Xiu's blood-red eyes, Baili An was reflected, containing deep hatred:
"If it weren't for this coward ending his own life, plunging his dearest ones into boundless pain, how could his birth mother become maddened day by day!
For commemoration, she even went to the extent of using a strand of his hair and breath to create me.
If not for someone treating me as a mere replacement, how could I be so pitiable as to strive day and night to imitate someone else just to survive!"
Every word from Ying Xiu was filled with blood and tears: "I sincerely tried to please Ying Ji, but her treatment of me was to utilize me to the utmost extent.
She merely wanted to reminisce another soul through my façade! This is what you owe me! This is what you owe me!"
Inside the hall, under Ying Xiu's frantic accusations, the atmosphere was momentarily oppressive and silent.
For a long time.
