"Xingye, you're really not going to care about Mom anymore?" Ma Zilan cried, "I gave birth to you, and you're so heartless, just watching me get beaten without even defending me?"
Jiang Xingye looked at her calmly, like looking at a stranger.
Once, he also cared for her, wanted to be filial. When he was nine, his father passed away, and she left. He never blamed her, even felt guilty for burdening her.
After she left, she never came to see him. He went to the county secretly following her, and when she saw him, she complained about how hard her life was. He once wanted to grow up quickly, so he could bring his mom back to live a good life.
"Defend you? How should I defend you? Haven't I defended you before?" Jiang Xingye laughed, coolly and cold-heartedly. "How dare I defend you? The last time I did, I almost lost my life!"
Ma Zilan exclaimed, "Xingye, how could you say such things? You are my son, do you still resent me?"
