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Chapter 4767: Unbearable Memories

Her throat tightened, preventing her from uttering another word.

Ding Yun coldly stared at the woman before him, scoffing, "Before you call me cruel, Madam Long, shouldn't you reflect on yourself properly?"

"You know best what you've done!"

"Yun'er," Long Chuyu wept beside him, tears streaming down his face. "Oh, Yun'er, your brother and your sister are innocent!"

"Innocent? Who isn't innocent! Am I not innocent? Is my mother not innocent?" Ding Yun suddenly turned, his expression fierce as he roared at Long Chuyu.

"If you hadn't been juggling two women back then, how would my mother's tragedy have come to be?"

"If it weren't for you! How could my mother have gone mad and killed my foster father? And... and even made me, made me duel with my own twin brother!"

Ding Yun kicked Madam Long heavily, his hand fiercely clutching her neck. "You think Long Hui is innocent, Long Xiangyun is innocent, then what about me? Am I not innocent? Who did I provoke?"

"I had to be locked in a dark room by my own mother, duel with my twin brother, and kill him with my own hands?"

Long Chuyu looked at his son with wide eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

"You, you said... what did you say?"

Meanwhile, Ding Yun had already fallen into immense sorrow.

He seemed to relive that terrifying scene from over ten years ago.

At that time, when he pushed open the eerie, dark woodshed door, a child lunged at him, punching, kicking, and biting.

He had no choice.

If he didn't kill, he would be killed.

He was only ten years old then. Did he want to die?

If he didn't want to die, what could he do?

His mother had left chilling words: only one person could walk out of that dark room alive.

Long Chuyu suddenly collapsed to the ground, wailing loudly, "This, this isn't true, this isn't true!"

"Cry, cry, cry, all you know is crying. What else can you do besides cry?" Ding Yun's face was murderous as he angrily snapped at Long Chuyu.

"If you hadn't been so indecisive and juggled two women back then, harming both others and yourself, how could Mother have become like this?"

"Mother's psychological illness became more and more severe. Otherwise, how could she have been so deranged as to lock us brothers in a room and force us to fight to the death?"

"No, what you're saying isn't true, it's not."

"What Yun'er said, of course, can't be entirely true," a voice full of vicissitudes suddenly came from outside.

Long Chuyu froze, unexpectedly turning his head to look.

He saw a woman who appeared to be in her fifties, with thin cheekbones and a face covered in wrinkles, slowly walking over, leaning on a black ebony carved walking stick.

Madam Long, wrapped in a tangle of wooden vines, stared directly at the approaching old woman through the dense wood, a flash of anger in her eyes.

"Ding Ziyan, look at the good son you've raised."

Ding Ziyan, however, did not say a word to Madam Long, not even glancing at her.

She merely turned to Long Chuyu and said coldly, "What Yun'er said, while not entirely true, some parts are."

Long Chuyu trembled slightly, almost daring not to meet Ding Ziyan's eyes directly.

He never expected that after more than twenty years apart, their reunion would be in such a scene.

She had aged so much that he almost couldn't recognize her.

Long Chuyu's heart gave a slight shudder.

If they had simply walked past each other on the street, face to face, Long Chuyu would surely not have recognized this as Ding Ziyan herself.