Bab 2278: Hatred is proportionate to love.

With tears in her eyes, Jiang Qimeng held her son's wrist tightly. She warned her son in hopes of him getting a hold of himself. "Yunxi, stop talking nonsense!"

"How was that nonsense?!"

In an act of fury and defiance, he broke free from his mother's hold and disregarded his injuries no matter how painful they were or how they were at risk of tearing as though he was immune to it all. "Was what I said untrue?!"

She was horrified to hear her son's ranting and felt choked with emotions.