“I understand!”

Ming Yue’s two stubborn streams of tears, which had refused to fall until now, finally broke free and poured down in a rush. She hugged her Younger Brother tightly, pressing her face against his ear and saying, “Sister understands—she really does! Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of myself!”

The brother and sister stood embraced like that for a long while.

Only after what felt like an eternity did she loosen her grip on him, turned to their Mother over there, and whispered, “Mom, I’ll be going back soon—back to that place we’d rather not even mention.

If you don’t want me out there risking my life while worrying about your safety, then you need to snap out of it.

Wake up, get well, and wait patiently for me to bring you one piece of good news after another. Instead of sinking deeper and deeper into despair, torturing yourself day by day, and doing things that only make grieving loved ones suffer and enemies rejoice!”

Ming Yue didn’t linger in Mother’s Hospital Ward.

After getting everything she needed to say off her chest, she exchanged a quick glance with Jiang Feng and her Younger Brother, then stepped out with Jiang Feng, leaving the two of them alone with Mother.

Of course, she didn’t go far; instead, she and Jiang Feng stood just outside the door, listening to what was happening inside—listening to her Younger Brother recount old stories to Mother, detailing the day he was injured, soothing her emotions, and painting a picture of their family’s current situation and the humiliation of being unable to show their faces in public…

As she listened, Ming Yue leaned her head against the cold wall and slowly closed her eyes.

Jiang Feng was right by her side, patting her shoulder. “Want to lean on me for a bit?”

“No need!”

Her reply was sharp and final—she didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids.

Jiang Feng said nothing, just quietly stood with her by the wall, his head resting against the cold surface. “Aren’t you afraid that too much stimulation might affect Mom…”

“Sometimes, drastic measures are necessary!”

Ming Yue declared firmly.

And once again, silence fell.

But just as Jiang Feng was about to try to spark a new conversation, Ming Yue suddenly spoke up again: “Women with Mom’s kind of personality should have salt rubbed hard into their most painful wounds, amplifying the agony until it consumes every last shred of hope and crushes all their illusions.

Only then will they truly face reality and force themselves, step by step, to move forward.

Otherwise, they’ll always find some kind of protective shell to numb themselves, hiding their bloody, disfigured selves inside and leaving all the contradictions for those outside who refuse to take refuge within.”

At this point, Ming Yue sighed. “Jiang Feng, do you know? Women like my Mom aren’t an isolated case.

This world…

In every corner of this world, there are countless daughters just like her—women who steadily lower their moral standards, time and again surrendering their dignity to others to trample upon.

Even when they’re covered in wounds, they still refuse to wake up.

Instead, they cling to unrealistic fantasies: either endlessly hoping that those despicable people will repent, or that they’ll finally come to their senses.

In short, they keep finding all sorts of excuses to keep numbing themselves, never summoning the courage to pick up a weapon and defend themselves.

What a ridiculous bunch! What kind of nonsense are they dreaming up all day long? Do they only start fighting back after they’ve been completely crushed?

Oh, maybe they’ll just keep playing the head-retracting turtle—doesn’t that sound like something out of a novel? Something about… dying… and then regretting it bitterly…

Blah, blah, blah.

It’s downright laughably absurd—completely dead already.

End of Chapter 130: Counterattack 56