บท 220: Perfect Vessel*

"Poor Sister Su Hai…"

As soon as his last words hung in the air, Mother Rui felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on its end and an icy chill envelop her from head to toe. She felt as though the roof above her head was no more, leaving her standing in the midst of a snowstorm with the frigid air seeping into her very bloodstream. Her chest tightened so much that she couldn't breathe.

"M–Mother…?" Rui Ye shrank further into himself at the sound of her erratic breathing. "I–I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… are you… are you angry at me?"