"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what good is being sorry!"
Mengxuan stood up and yelled at Li Yiqiu, "Don't tell me you're sorry, just tell me when I can leave this damn place."
"I really can't stand it here another moment. If things keep going this way, I will definitely die in this damn place. You're my mother, quickly think of a way!"
Watching Mengxuan's collapsing demeanor, Li Yiqiu really couldn't bring herself to speak those words, she could only keep comforting Mengxuan, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all our fault, your father and I are incapable, we can't save you."
At this moment, her heart was full of apologies toward Mengxuan. Because between the two children, she had chosen her son and given up on her daughter.
Seeing this scene, Zhong Niangyao, resting her elbow on the table and supporting her face with one hand, looked lazily at Li Yiqiu and Mengxuan, then spoke lightly, "She didn't save you not because she couldn't. She just didn't choose you."
