Han Yanyao finally broke down completely under Jun Moxie's constant, merciless words.
She sat weakly on the floor, her eyes in a daze, but she kept mumbling repeatedly, "I'll carry it… I'll carry it till death…"
"You not only have to carry it! You have to take care of my Third Uncle! Wholeheartedly, with your heart and soul! Use your gentleness to heal the scars you have left in his heart all these years! You must know that everything he had—his entire future—was completely ruined because of you! He suffered this greatest humiliation, the most tragic destruction of his soul!"
Jun Moxie continued leisurely, "The Blood General who should be worshipped by ten thousand people, to be in such a pathetic state today… You should understand the bitterness in his heart!"