Feeling that warm touch, Rakshasa, who had been pretending to be crazed just moments ago, suddenly froze in place.
A tear now streaked down Qian Renxue's cheek as she spoke mournfully.
"I know everything, Mother. I know why you've hated me all these years. So stop pretending, Mother. Return to normal. None of this was your fault."
Rakshasa's calm lasted only a moment. Then she painfully shut her eyes, lowered her head, and growled in a low voice.
"Shut up, you little bastard!
So what if you know? So what if you don't?
Do you think I can let go of all the pain I suffered back then just because of one casual sentence from you? Don't make me laugh!
Even now, I still often dream of that disgusting scene whenever I sleep! Your damned father had so many ways to keep me, yet he chose the most vile and despicable method!
He didn't just ruin me! He ruined you too!
What are you still hesitating for!
Now! At once! This instant! Kill me!"
Qian Renxue was now weeping uncontrollably.
She had once naively believed that Bibi Dong hated her only because she was not outstanding enough. But after learning of her future from Ye Tianhun, she had completely abandoned those childish thoughts from her youth.
She was indeed a victim, but wasn't her mother one as well?
At this moment, Qian Renxue felt more than pain for herself. She felt even more heartache for her deranged old mother, who was determined to die.
Qian Renxue no longer cared about who was right or wrong. She only wanted to save her mother, who had fallen into madness, then spend the endless time she had in the future healing that mother's battered and scarred heart.
Ye Tianhun could tell that Rakshasa