Meng Xingzhi viciously shook off her hand; his usual good temper was lost in a fit of anger. "How did your father die? If it weren't for you, would he have died?"
"What does it have to do with me? He was getting old; birth, aging, sickness, and death are normal." Su Yun had never felt she was at fault; she was just speaking her mind. What was wrong with that?
"Unbelievable." Meng Xingzhi was utterly disappointed, turning to leave only to be grabbed by Su Yun. "Xingzhi, don't leave me. Please, don't leave me. I love you so much; how can you leave me?"
"Let go."
"I won't let go, not even if I die." Su Yun cried out loudly, tears mixed with rain, holding onto Meng Xingzhi hysterically, refusing to release him. "Xingzhi, please, we love each other so much. Have you forgotten the happy days we've spent together? I've devoted myself to considering Meng Fan and Meng Ping's feelings and haven't even had my own child. You were so moved, saying you'd never let me down in this lifetime."
