Gong Xue'er said, "Admitting it or not is one thing, but deep down you know, you are my daughter. I gave you life, my blood flows through your veins, everything you have is from me—your genes, your skin color, your appearance. Perhaps if you look in the mirror, you might find a trace of me in your face."
Lu Yinxing's heart began to race, inexplicably feeling only shame after hearing these words.
For the first time, she wanted to escape.
From childhood to adulthood, she had always been confident.
She was always satisfied with herself.
But for the first time, Lu Yinxing felt a sense of disgust toward herself.
Just like Gong Xue'er said, her genes were hers, and half of her blood was flowing in her own veins.
Lu Yinxing spoke, "So what? I'm not like you, and I will never become someone like you."
"Then what kind of person do you think I am?"
Lu Yinxing didn't hold back, "Despicable and shameless."
