"Disappointed? I won't die just yet."
"Do you really have to speak to your mother like this?" The woman sighed deeply, her gaze tenderly on Yun Ya.
"Stop looking at me with such disgusting eyes." Yun Ya smirked coldly.
"Mother? Do you think you're worthy?"
"Aren't all these ailments of mine a gift from you? Who are you pretending for now?"
The woman shook her head and sighed: "The whole world might not understand mother, how can you not understand me?"
"But have you ever understood me?" Yun Ya suddenly stood up from the bed, stepping forward to face her.
"All these years, haven't Miaomiao and I suffered enough under your torment? Just how long do you plan to torture us? You devil, you lunatic, what right do you have to dictate my life?"
Yun Ya's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at her, his thin body trembling slightly.
"Because I gave you life." The woman laughed to herself, her expression cold yet her smile tender.
