The Death of Ye Mingyue

On a dark, rainy night, distant explosions and cries of battle came from outside. Mother Ye's sobs sounded especially faint beneath the rain. She struggled desperately to free herself from the ropes, but Ye Mingyue had tied them tightly. The harder she fought, the deeper the coarse hemp rope dug in, and soon her wrists were rubbed raw and bleeding.

Ye Zhao stood in the shadows, rainwater dripping from her black trench coat. She watched Ye Mingyue disappear into the rain with cold eyes, while Mother Ye struggled miserably and desperately in the corner, bound and gagged with a piece of rag.

"Tsk, she sure ran fast." Ye Zhao gave a derisive chuckle and popped a piece of milk candy into her mouth. "I thought too highly of that mother and daughter. I expected them to be much closer."

Zhao Yu stood beside her. "Aren't you going after her?"

Ye Zhao smiled. "She can't get away. How could I let her?"

Mother Ye could only accept that Ye Mingyue had abandoned her. She lay on the ground, sobbing nonstop. Actually, when Ye Mingyue had taken her hostage, she hadn't been very afraid. She believed Ye Mingyue wouldn't really hurt her. Kidnapping her was simply the last, most helpless choice she had left.

She hadn't been wrong. Ye Mingyue really hadn't hurt her. But she'd actually left her behind and run? Just like when she'd abandoned Ye Mingtian!

Mother Ye couldn't tell whether she felt more regret or more heartache.

She had treated Ye Mingyue so well, even choosing to hurt her own daughter rather than let Ye Mingyue suffer. How could Ye Mingyue treat her like this? It was so dangerous outside. Wasn't she afraid something might happen to her?

Ye Zhao watched for a while, then found it rather