As the knife fell, it left a gaping wound on the fair skin, flesh churning, gruesome and terrifying.
"Ji Lanyi, I'm giving everything back to you. From now on, neither of us owes the other anything. You are not my mother, I am not your daughter. We meet on the battlefield, no more mercy."
As Yun Ya finished speaking, Ji Lanyi looked at the bloody, mangled arm, a flash of darkness quickly passing through the depths of her eyes, her red lips pursed slightly, her face finally looking somewhat unpleasant.
Yun Ya advanced step by step: "What, are you scared? Feeling guilty? Ashamed? You've forced your own daughter to the brink. A woman as heartless and ruthless as you deserves to be abandoned in the next life, childless and lonely..."
"I've repaid what I owe you. But what about what you owe me? How do you intend to repay that?" With Yun Ya's cold questioning, Ji Lanyi took a step back, her red lips tightened, her brow furrowed.
