In that moment, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and darkness descended.
By her bedside, he silently guarded her, his once cold and ruthless eyes never leaving her.
“What exactly does Di Ying want?”
“Her voice was like a cold wind sweeping through a deep valley, carrying a mournful howl.
The silence between them was heavy and oppressive, making even breathing feel painful.
His silence ignited a hint of hatred in her heart, and she roared, “How many people do you want to take away from me before you’re satisfied?”
He slowly lowered his eyelids, the shadow of his long eyelashes casting on his face, making him look bleak and melancholic.
His thin lips relaxed, and after a few slight movements, he finally spoke, “Xuan Xuan,” his voice fragile, “I’m sorry. Although I’ve never wanted to acknowledge her, she is my mother. I cannot abandon her, even though I know everything she has done is unforgivable.”
Ou Xueman coldly laughed, “She is your mother, and the people she has taken from me mean nothing to you. So you let her run wild. The last person by my side is of unknown life and death. If you’ll only be at peace by taking my life, then take it.”
I have nothing left to cherish. I hope to have no more dealings with you.”
She raised her hand, trembling, and pointed at the door. “Leave. I never want to see you again.”
Di Xihuang felt his heart being torn apart. Even eight years ago, when he had hurt her, she had never been so resolute. Now, nothing could be recovered.
He tilted his head back, swallowing the pain, knowing it would hurt him more. Slowly, he opened his eyes to look at her. “I will leave if that’s what you want. I will never appear before you again.”
He paused before continuing, “But please allow me to leave a few people to protect you. They won’t disturb you for long. I will resolve this matter quickly and give you the peaceful life you hope for.”
