"Xiaoye, are you really going to abandon your mother?" Ma Zhilan cried. "I raised you, and you can be this cold-hearted, just standing by and watching me get beaten without even lifting a finger to protect me?"
Jiang Xingye looked at her calmly, as if looking at a total stranger.
Once upon a time, he had cared for her and wanted to be a dutiful son. The year his father died and she left, he had never resented her, even blaming himself for being a burden to her.
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