Mother still remained silent, clutching her head and hiding there, weeping uncontrollably.

Ming Yue let out another heavy sigh, pulled Mother closer to himself, cupped her head with both hands, and forced her to look straight at him. He asked in a low voice, “If you feel this way, then why have you repeatedly tried to take your own life?”

“Stop talking! Shut up! Shut up! Hurry up and shut up! Let me go! You let me go! Quick, let me go!”

Mother was instantly overcome with emotion, thrashing about with both hands and feet—kicking Ming Yue or swatting at him—while her sobs grew even louder.

Yet Ming Yue didn’t budge an inch.

No matter how much it hurt from the blows, he refused to loosen his grip, and his voice grew even louder: “What good is it for me to shut up? The truth is right before our eyes—can we really pretend nothing ever happened just by not saying so?

Song Hui Yun, how much longer are you going to act like a child and refuse to grow up? You’ve been running away for so many years—do you really plan to keep on running forever?

Is it possible to escape all the troubles in this world simply by shrinking your neck like a turtle and hiding from them?

That shameless man and woman have been living freely for so many years; their son and daughter are already grown up, yet they’re still making love in your house, sleeping in your bed, taking everything that should belong to you, and putting on a show of sweet affection. Don’t you feel the slightest bit of hatred?

How many people have died because of your naivety and cowardice? How many more will suffer because of you? Do you really think committing suicide will solve anything?

Will that bottomless scumbag ever be punished? Will that shameless woman and her shameless family ever face retribution? Will those who have lost their lives or been injured because of you ever find peace?

Song Hui Yun, how long are you going to pretend to be stupid? Are you even human anymore? When others hold a knife to my throat, trying to chop off my brain, are you going to join in and cut me too?

Over the years, whether it’s the Song Family or your older and younger brothers, haven’t all those who’ve paid a terrible price because of your foolishness been made to believe, simply by you shifting all the blame onto me, that you’re blameless and I’m the real culprit, rather than blaming you?

Song Hui Yun, stop dreaming! Even if I leave or die, your world won’t get any better, and your guilt won’t be lightened at all.

If you die—if you commit suicide—you’ll forcibly erase yourself from this world, but your sins won’t be reduced in the slightest!”

“Shut up! Don’t say another word! Close your mouth—I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to listen, not a single word! Get out, get out! Right now, get out of here!”

Song Hui Yun suddenly screamed hysterically.

She didn’t know where she got the strength, but suddenly yanked her wrist, which had been pinned by Ming Yue, free from his grasp. Then she stood up and pressed herself against the corner of the wall by the bedside, her lips trembling uncontrollably, her whole body dodging Ming Yue, her eyes bloodshot, her hands tightly covering her ears as she desperately avoided and shielded herself.

Ming Yao was almost unable to stand steady.

But with reason keeping him in check and Jiang Feng holding him back, he ultimately didn’t move closer; only the tears streaming down his cheeks became even heavier.

Ming Yue didn’t press any further, but neither did he easily put this matter behind him.

He took two steps back, moved away from the hospital bed, sat down on the stool he’d been sitting on earlier, caught his breath for a moment, then lowered his voice, staring straight at the woman in the corner who was using every ounce of her strength to avoid him. His face once again regained its usual cold composure and rationality.

End of Chapter 127: Chapter 127