Mrs. Wu was beside herself with regret, because the decision to adopt Wu Qiao Ping had been her idea in the first place.
Back then, Wu Qiao Ping had only been two or three when she lost both her parents. Mrs. Wu's heart had ached for the little girl. She'd also thought that since she only had one daughter, adopting another would give them both a companion for the future. But how could she have possibly known that that long-ago decision would one day lead to the death of her own biological daughter?
"It was me. I'm the one who got Xiao Yun killed." Mrs. Wu wasn't just filled with regret, but with unbearable self-blame, unable to accept the outcome. "The one who should be dead is me!"
Mr. Wu couldn't stop the tears from flowing either. He clenched his jaw, and after a long moment, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "What we need to do now is get revenge for Xiao Yun. A life for a life. Xiao Yun is gone, but we have to pull ourselves together so she can rest in peace."
