In fact, she did indeed accomplish it.
Yet somehow, she forgot she had also provoked that damned man.
At this moment, family affection and hatred intertwined, raging in reverse through Qin Mengying's veins.
Almost driving her insane.
The hatred suppressed for so long burst forth that night like a beast breaking free, desperately craving revenge.
But at the same time, it was constrained by the unyielding bond of blood that was thicker than water.
After all, that person was her only relative in this World.
In her most painful moments, she even crazily wanted to kill that man and then commit suicide, so that the three of them could be together again.
Rather than live in such pain, it would be better to die.
No Zhao Anxin, no An Jiayu...
When Qin Mengying realized her terrifying thoughts, she tried hard to calm herself, but no method could ease the pain within her, forcing her to numb herself with smoking and drinking.
