Zhao Meiyun looked at Yu Qingmo kneeling in front of herself. For a moment, she had a slight softness in her heart. She watched her daughter make a decision for herself in this way.

But she can't. She doesn't want to go to places like this. Once in, maybe she can't get out. Can she carry the torment day after day?

She can't do it. She can't do it at all.

"No! I won't go! Mortar, if you want me to die there, you can kill me now. Anyway, I know what I am like now. You all start to dislike me, don't you all hate me? Momor, Mama really...