The one she cared about most was the cute little one from her past life whom she had chopped the limbs off. Otherwise, she wouldn't have turned to ashes under the thunder because of the pitiful look of the little one.
Even now, having lost her memories, the mother-son connection still made it impossible for her to abandon the boy.
"Mu Ruyue, I've said it before, he will be mine sooner or later! I won't let you be together! Unless you don't care about the boy's life!"
A trace of malice crossed Nangong Zifeng's eyes as she silently smiled.
That woman wasn't fit to be a strong person because she cared about too many people. In her past life, she lost her life for the Zi Family and that little cutie. In this life, she couldn't escape disaster either.
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