Mu Wanqing turned around and spoke to him firmly, "I will take care of her funeral arrangements and choose a good burial place for her. That would be the repayment for the grace of her giving birth to me. As for anything else, I can't do it. If you think I'm cold and merciless, then it's better for us not to associate, anyway—we're not the same kind of people."
All along, Mu Wanqing had thought of the childhood friendship from living as neighbors and the past years of email correspondence, so she had never said words of breaking off to Zhou Yiru.
But tonight, she wanted it all to end.
She hoped Yang Cuizhu's death would take away all her childhood traumas and shadows.
And Zhou Yiru, who had witnessed her childhood suffering, would also disappear from her life.
Therefore, there's no need to maintain appearances.
Zhou Yiru was rendered speechless by her overly clear-headed and rational statement.