"What?" Madam Yuan's face was still streaked with tears, and hearing this, she looked at her, full of shock.
Shu Jiao looked at her, initially intending to mock, but suddenly felt it was meaningless. She sighed and said calmly, "Madam Yuan, since the matter is already in the past, why cling to it so persistently?"
To her, if it truly came to that point, she would rather die herself than have her daughter die. If Xiaojie and the others couldn't live without her, then they would go together; in the Underworld, they would still be a family.
But there was no need to involve Madam Yuan in this, because from Madam Yuan's words just now, there were only two choices for her, neither of which included herself. The implication was clear.
She repents and confesses, but it's just to find an outlet for her own selfishness.
Madam Yuan looked at Shu Jiao, who still seemed so calm, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and gently wiped the tears from her face.
