"I don't want to see you ever again."
Zhang Fengfeng had just caught her breath when she waved her hand at Zhang Erfeng: "I am no longer your sister either. Once Yuanzi's widowhood rites are over, I won't care about your family's matters anymore."
"Sis..."
Zhang Erfeng cried miserably: "You can't just ignore me. When our mother died, she held your hand and asked you to take care of me, and you agreed."
Zhang Fengfeng's face was full of disappointment and sorrow: "I did agree, that's true. But over these years, haven't I taken care of you? I looked after you since we were young, and now look at my age. In a few more years, my grandson will be marrying. How do you expect me to care for you then? Are you still a child? When I had Yuanzi, you kneeled on the ground and said these things to me. You used our mother's memory to coerce me into giving my child to you. That, that was like cutting flesh from my heart."
