At this point, tears streamed down Yang Shuwan's face again.
Yu Jianjia's lips trembled as tears poured down her face. Listening to her mother's every word and sentence, she felt a little regretful.
She shouldn't have schemed against her mother's loving motherly heart.
However, when she saw her mother's withered appearance, she thought about how her mother was already at the end of her rope and did not have many days to live. She would treat it as her last thing to do for her before she died.
In the future, when her mother passed away, she would definitely observe mourning for her mother for three years and copy Buddhist scriptures for her every day.
Yang Shuwan held her hand and said earnestly, "Jia Jia, I can't leave Hui Xiang, this hidden danger, by your side. I won't ever harm you."
Yu Jianjia cried and called out, "Mother," but she couldn't say anything to object.
