Thinking of her son, whom she had nurtured and deeply loved for many years, falling in love with someone else and no longer loving her, the Dark Witch's heart was filled with despair. She didn't even have the will to heal herself and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
If Zi Yu was determined to be with another woman and no longer cared about her, what meaning was there for her to live in this world?
A lifespan of tens of thousands of years, ending up with nothing, sounded like a tragic joke.
She hunched over, curled up in her large black robe, appearing increasingly frail. The wrinkles on her face deepened, making her whole face resemble a shriveled walnut as tears continuously flowed from her cloudy eyes.
Qin Sisi looked at her, and even though she loathed her past actions, she still felt a sense of pity. Even the lofty Deities could not escape the obsessions within their hearts. Hai Cangming was like this, and so was the Dark Witch.
