Ye Ranxing's heart was breaking.
The truth was now just within reach.
She wasn't completely out of strength. She could still get back up, and she could still reach out to touch the doorbell at the entrance to the cave abode.
The bloodline that shared her origins stirred within her.
In the darkness, it was like a flame that would not go out; in the cold wind, its presence was so clear.
Burning and intense.
By now, Ye Ranxing had long since given up the desperate hope of escape—the notion that she would feel countless times better if Ye Xiaoyao wasn't the one who had given her this bloodline. She no longer clung to words that tried to excuse her guilt.
Who else could be inside the cave abode? Who else could it be?
The answer was already obvious.
Ye Ranxing's breathing grew heavier. The pain in her heart gradually robbed her of the ability to speak. All that remained was the need to keep punishing herself for her sins.
Because...
Her memories were a punishment, a source of pain. Again and again, she had refused to treat Ye Xiaoyao as a person. She had even looked down on her, taking Ye Xiaoyao's motherly love for granted.
It was her. It had always been her.
And it was she who had, time and again, insulted Ye Xiaoyao and made her out to be utterly worthless.
But what was the truth, as opposed to the way she had described things?
Ye Xiaoyao wasn't the worthless little kitten she had imagined.
She was even the mother who had bestowed upon her the most powerful bloodline.
She was the warm embrace Ye Ranxing had searched for countless times.
She didn't know whether Ye Xiaoyao had already discovered her bloodline.
Because it didn't matter