"Ever since I was little, whenever you wanted me to do something, I did it. You told me to study hard, so I studied hard."
"You forbade me from reading extracurricular books, going online, playing games, going out, making friends, and drawing.
You forbade me from having any hobbies. You even decided what major I would apply for."
"Everything, absolutely everything, had to go according to your wishes. Even the clothes I wore and the food I ate had to suit your preferences. I could endure all that.
But why? Why did you even want to deprive me of the last bit of light I had, the last bit of warmth I wanted to possess? Why did you want to take it away and destroy it?"
Jiang Meng looked at this utterly unfamiliar son, feeling both heartbroken and afraid.
At that moment, she finally understood something.
Her son had grown up.
The son who had let her hit and scold him as she pleased, who did whatever she told him to do, had grown up.
At some point, he had become a head taller than her. He had learned to resist, and even hated her from the bottom of his heart.
"I... I'm doing this all for your own good. You're my son. Do you really think your mother would hurt you?"
Jiang Yihan released her collar and even gently smoothed it out for her, his expression gentle.
"I know your life has been difficult and painful. Since that's the case, why don't you go die?"
"Leave this world completely and disappear forever. Then you'll never suffer again, and you'll never feel tired again. So go die, all right?"
"You... You..."
Jiang Meng had never dreamed that her own son would actually want her to die, much less that he