No one knew better than Qu Moying about Yu and her daughter’s hatred for her. Since that fire they set, they couldn’t tolerate her existence anymore.

There was nothing she could change, so why would she be afraid of it? Or to say, her fear had no influence on the result. Her rebirth already meant the start of this path, stained by blood. The smile on her face contained anger and indifference that she usually wouldn’t show. Maybe the dark night or something else made ...