Madam Tang Li took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Though she had not turned around, she could already picture Mrs. Felshev's expression.
Some people changed, like herself. Over all these years, she had constantly adapted to her identity and her life, learning to fit in and enjoy them.
But some people never changed, like Mrs. Felshev.
It was not that she did not want to change, but that she lacked the conditions to do so.
She was like someone lying on a floor covered in barbs. Her wounds had long since begun to fester, giving off a foul stench, and pain and torment accompanied her all day long.
But she had grown used to it.
If you asked her to get up or roll away from that floor, her body would inevitably touch other barbs, and she would fear the pain.
"What happened in the past..."
Hearing this, Mrs. Felshev asked, "Are you trying to persuade me to let go?"
Madam Tang Li shook her head. "What happened in the past has nothing to do with the children."
"The children?" Mrs. Felshev frowned slightly.
Madam Tang Li smoothly covered her slip. "My son inherited my bloodline, and as a result, he's still tormented by the curse to this day. If I had a choice, I would hope he never had to experience even the slightest bit of that pain. When I saw your granddaughter looking so groggy, as though she were dozing off, I knew you must have made her childhood very bleak."
"As a descendant of the Felshev family, she has a mission of vengeance."
"What mission?"
"Vengeance!"
"You want her to take revenge on Dis? Do you think that's possible?"
Mrs. Felshev suddenly smiled. "But Dis has descendants too."
"Heh."
Madam Tang Li laughed, using her laughter