After Seventh Master and Song Xiaotian left.
I lay alone in my hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
It wasn't that I hadn't considered what Seventh Master had just said.
Thinking it over carefully, perhaps I should just stop getting involved.
However inhuman she was, even if she had been the one who killed me back then, hadn't she also given me my life?
I would just act as though I didn't have this mother. If Seventh Master and the others wanted her life, that had nothing to do with me.
Life was so short. Why should I exhaust myself like this?
I didn't steal or rob, and I didn't kill people or burn down buildings. I just wanted my life to be a little less miserable. Was that wrong?
So I would be an orphan.
Just look at Xiao Xuan and Rat. They had been orphans since they were so young. I was an adult. What was wrong with being an orphan?
Why cling desperately to something that didn't belong to me?
When loss was already inevitable, I should let go calmly.
Besides, Seventh Master had also just talked about Li Fuguang.
Whether it was Qingyuan or my mother kidnapping me, they had both done it for Li Fuguang. They had both wanted to force him out.
Qingyuan was relatively weak. When Li Fuguang appeared, he had been completely helpless against him, and Li Fuguang hadn't intended to kill him then.
But when my mother forced Li Fuguang out, she had something in her hands that seemed capable of subduing him.
She simply hadn't expected Li Fuguang to be so powerful, and he had nearly killed her instead.
According to Seventh Master, he felt that Li Fuguang probably had extremely deep ties to that organization, deep enough that