"Shut up, you’re not worthy to ntion his na." As soon as Song Ze’s na was ntioned, Song Mother beca particularly agitated: "It’s because of you. If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t have died. He wouldn’t have died."
Her most prideful son was gone just like that. She hated it, wishing Ye Ranran would vanish imdiately, wishing she could dig out her heart.
"You’re wrong. If it weren’t for you all, he wouldn’t have died. You wanted to harm , and he disagreed, sacrificing himself to save . If it weren’t for you all, he wouldn’t have died," Ye Ranran said word by word.
"That’s not true. Shut up, shut your mouth," Song Mother shouted.
"What? Can’t take it? Actually, you can’t accept that he fell in love with , right?"
Everyone thought a person so cold and aloof wouldn’t be capable of love.
Indeed, how could Song Ze love anyone? He had never even been in a relationship or had any intimate interactions with any girl.
He was like a god on a high, untainted by a speck of worldly dross. How could such a person understand love?
Even walking beside him, people feared to taint him.
But this kind of person loved, and loved so intensely.
"Shut up. He didn’t love you. He said it himself, he didn’t love you." Song Mother refused to accept such cruel truth.
"Fine, there’s no point discussing this anymore. Actually, I’ve already made my decision. If you all hadn’t co to trouble , I would have let you off," Ye Ranran said softly.
No matter what kind of feelings Song Ze had for her, it was no longer important. The important thing was, she owed him.
When you owe soone sothing, you must repay it, an unchanging truth.
Moreover, things had reached this point; the Song Family had already fallen, they had grown old. If they were willing to quietly live out their old age, she would give them that chance.
And she’d even offer them so help, as a way of assisting Song Ze in fulfilling his filial duty.
"Unfortunately, you didn’t do as I wished, so there’s really nothing I can do," Ye Ranran’s tone carried a touch of sorrow.
No one wanted things to co to this, but in this world, so things are just so helpless.
"Peaceful retirent? How could you even say that? Now it’s just the two of us old folks. How can we possibly enjoy a peaceful retirent?"
In others’ old age, their descendants gather around, bringing joy. But them? What do they have? Welfare hos? Or old-age hos?
Be it New Year or any festival, they are all alone, feeling the cold wind hitting them.
Is it like this?
Ye Ranran smiled, "If you say that, does it an you don’t want to live? Then why don’t you just die? Nobody’s stopping you from dying, right?"
If they wanted to die, they could, and no one would stop them.
"You haven’t died yet, so why would we want to die? We want to see you with our own eyes, unable to die peacefully." Song Father’s face twisted, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.
"I’m afraid you won’t see that," Ye Ranran shrugged, her voice full of pity, "I’m much younger than you. Even if you die, I still wouldn’t have, and considering the current situation, it looks like I’ll live to a ripe old age. But I’ll still give you that opportunity, rest assured."
"Take them away. You know what to do," Ye Ranran glanced at One.
One nodded, and he led the two away.
Tonight, One left, taking those two who cut their tendons.
From then on, they could only spend the rest of their lives in bed. One took them back to a place arranged for them by Jun Mochan.
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