Since her son had already grown up and had the ability to live on his own, then let him go. For the rest of her life, Feng Wanrou wanted to live for herself.
"I'll still go take a look." Wen Xuan was a little worried.
"No need." Feng Wanrou's attitude was very firm.
Shangguan Zeyun finished laughing, then looked at Feng Wanrou. "Sooner or later, you'll pay the price for what you did today."
He turned around and left.
A mother who didn't care whether he lived or died at all—no matter what she did, she didn't feel ashamed—what was there for him to care about?
Fine, whatever, let things be however they're going to be.
Feng Wanrou said she wasn't sad, but that was impossible; still, this was her choice.
Wen Xuan walked over and hugged her from behind. "Sister, I know you did all of this for me. I'll remember it all. From now on, I will never fail you. I'll love you till the end of time and never give up on you."
Feng Wanrou turned her head and threw herself into his arms.
