Good people are rewarded.
Bei Yun tilted his head upon hearing this. The confusion on his face gradually dissipated, replaced by a cold expression.
"I was born with poison in my body. From the very first day I entered this world, I was treated unfairly by the heavens. The one who abused me wasn't that master, it was the heavens. The heavens have taken too much from me, including the conscience and bottom line that you claim every normal person should have."
"Good people are rewarded. I was born a blank slate. Neither good nor bad, yet the heavens decided to cut off my path to survival first. Were they kind to me?"
"And my ancestors—those who came before me—they didn't harm anyone. Why did they have to endure such suffering? On the contrary, they were doctors. They saved many lives. Were they rewarded? Good people are rewarded, Qiao Xiaomai. Are you kidding me?"
As Bei Yun's voice fell, Qiao Xiaomai remained silent.
