Hang Xin did not stop. She was eager to escape the blazing fire, and instinctively spoke:
"Anyway, my mother's love is definitely love! As for your love, think about it yourself! True love shouldn't cause too much confusion. You should have the answer in your heart."
She dashed forward, she saw a window that could be her escape!
The flames roared, thick smoke stung her eyes, her mother's breathing was faint on her back, at risk of being engulfed by the fire at any moment.
She didn't know how others defined "love".
But for her, love is not a reason for harm, nor a license for inflicting pain.
