Back then, Hu Yuniang cried out to heaven and earth, but neither responded.
Over the years, she had her spirit worn down, not only watching others' faces but waking early and working late to do household chores and serve the family. How many meals did she eat to her full?
Who can stand firm and accuse her of being petty and narrow-minded?
"Why should I let things go?"
"And why should I just muddle through?"
"If someone stabs me, I can't just lick my wounds in secret and not hold grudges."
All she knew was an eye for an eye, a debt paid in blood.
This resentment is like a thorn. If it's stuck in her heart for life, it will cause constant, piercing pain.
Yu Tingwan laughed, "Don't you understand? I'm here to destroy you all."
"You can't do this."
"Wan Niang, I was weak back then, my parents and grandparents did it for me... Technically, I was the spark."
The girl slowly turned her gaze to Hu Dalang.
Her lips moved, "Use your brain."
