"Why are you crying?" Yuan Chong didn't understand, moving the knife away from the girl's neck and gently caressing her delicate cheek, "Are you crying for my mother, or for that pair of adulterers?"
Jiang Shuyao shook her head desperately, unable to voice her tears, "Stop it, my godmother isn't like that; if she had known about your mother, she would never have married your father. You've misunderstood her."
Misunderstood?
Yuan Chong snorted coldly, "Knowing full well that my father was already married, still she sent letter after letter to my house, every word filled with longing. You tell me, is such a woman innocent?"
"That's not it, my godmother just wanted to study abroad back then; it had nothing to do with your father." Jiang Shuyao's emotions grew more intense, "Don't make excuses for your killing. Your mother's fate is heartbreaking, but even in her death, she wouldn't want to see you take this path. Stop it, Yuan Chong, aren't two lives enough?"
