Zhou Ruoki's crying was like a huge hammer, each sob striking Cheng Zhiwei's heart with relentless force.
She watched Seo Zhenzhen struggle to lift her gaze one last time, looking at her with a mix of anger and resentment.
A chill ran through her heart.
Even in death, Seo Zhenzhen hated her.
"Qiqi." Cheng Zhiwei squatted next to Zhou Ruoki, her fingers trembling as she reached out to him, her voice exceptionally soft and gentle, "Qiqi, don't be afraid."
Her hand was knocked away.
Zhou Ruoki's eyes were red with distress, and at the age of two or three, he already knew what hate was.
He yelled at Cheng Zhiwei, "It's all your fault, why won't you let me go with mom."
In Zhou Ruoki's deep conviction, if it hadn't been for Cheng Zhiwei's refusal to let them leave, this wouldn't have happened.
He almost screamed hoarsely, "I hate you."
Cheng Zhiwei's face turned pale, her body went cold, and the strength was drained from her by that one word, "hate."