Li Wan.
His own mother.
The realization didn't bring shock, nor did it bring a sudden burst of grief. It fit perfectly, like the final, jagged piece of a grotesque puzzle. Li Wan had always been a creature of pure, unadulterated vanity ambition. To her, people were either stepping stones or liabilities. Zi Han had been the ultimate liability, the girl who held Ming Ye's heart, How could she have Ming Ye under her control when he had Zi Han who he loves more than life itself in his heart. At the end of the day taking her out and then acting as an anchor for him during his time of grief would have been the best, at least if her plan had worked out
A dark, terrifying sneer slowly stretched across Ming Ye's handsome face, his lips pulling back in a humorless, predatory smile.
"Mother," he whispered to the empty, white room. "You really outdid yourself."
