Her peerless face, silver-white hair, and vacant eyes—Yao Chen stared at the illusion of her mother's corpse before her as despair surged endlessly within her.
Father. I'm sorry. I failed to take care of Mother.
It's all my fault. It's all my fault.
If only I had been stronger. If only I could have recognized that the medicinal ingredients had been switched. If only I had realized earlier that I had become a thorn in Yao Wangui's side.
Then perhaps I... could have...
Yao Chen weakly fell to her knees, her eyes filled with despair. It was as though her heart had plunged into a dark, bottomless ravine, falling endlessly, without end.
In her entire field of vision, all she could see was the light continually fading away.
At the same time, hatred began to rise within her heart, bit by bit.
Why?
Why did I have to suffer through all this?
Just because my talent was extraordinary, why did I have to be framed?
I won't accept this. I won't accept this!
Yao Chen continued to sink, until she finally cried out in her heart.
Then, at that moment, a voice abruptly appeared and answered her.
Hatred? Resentment?
That Yao Wangui took everything from you—your identity, the status you should have possessed, and even your mother.
Why should you spare him? How could you spare him?
"Yes... I can't spare him."
Yao Chen's ruby-like eyes were unfocused as she muttered incessantly.
"I want revenge. I want to kill him. I want to avenge my mother."
Yes, exactly.
Everything you have suffered was caused by him.
Since this is the case, return an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
Don't worry that you cannot do it. I will help you. I will grant you power, and