No, her hands clenched into fists tightly.
"Ah Xian, since everything has come to this, you might as well die, go and apologize to my child..."
She suddenly covered her head and squatted on the ground, bursting into loud sobs.
She loved yet hated at the same time, tormenting her to the brink of madness.
In the face of real illness, all that hatred seemed to slowly dissipate.
After all, they were sisters bound by blood. She thought this was the punishment heavens gave to Ah Xian. She had destroyed her honor and life, which was the biggest blow to Ah Xian—and in a way, it served as revenge for her child.
So, why pursue a vendetta to the bitter end?
Kang Jinxian was right; though she appeared aggressive and fierce on the outside, it was only to mask her inner cowardice—impressive in appearance but weak in spirit, a fitting description for her.
At this moment, she finally softened her heart.