“N… No!” Yun Che gritted his teeth, “I've… said it before… I have to… stay… with you…”

Xia Qingyue’s chest violently rose and fell. It was only after quite a while that she coldly replied, “One of them is my foster father who I owe a great debt of gratitude to and the other is my birth mother who is near the end of her life. No matter how they treat me, it is just, since I have turned my back on them. Even if they need my life as atonement, I would be perfectly ...