Zi Yuanling's lifeless crimson eyes trembled, but Li Feng did not give her the chance to hide behind another sneer.
His voice dropped, calm and cutting.
"And you are not just shameless."
"It seems you are also… a cowardly mother."
As if Li Feng's words had finally hit the point, Zi Yuanling's body softened.
The tension in her shoulders drained away.
The branches no longer needed to hold her so tightly after sensing her weakness.
She lay back against the wooden wall of the cell, crimson hair spilling loosely around her pale face, and stared up at the dark ceiling in silence.
Li Feng watched her lie back against the wooden wall, then spoke calmly.
"I have seen your memories."
Zi Yuanling paused.
The lifeless crimson in her eyes shifted slightly, as if something behind them had finally been named.
"…So that's why," she murmured.
Her voice was quiet now, stripped of mockery.
"That's why you sound so certain."
Li Feng nodded.
