Bai Shuilian accused herself without saying a word, even moved her hands, and with an inescapable guilt, began striking her own wounds in the waist and abdomen.
"Why didn't Shuanglu strike harder, and just send me away directly? Now that Yi'er has become like this, I wish I were dead, it's all because I, as a mother, didn't do well, it's my fault, Heaven, take me away, I'm willing to trade my life for my son's well-being."
Without an agreement, she resorted to self-harm, scaring Song Zhiqing into hurriedly grabbing her hand, saying, "Look at you, just talking, and you're cursing yourself? Stop it."
Bai Shuilian cried softly, "As the saying goes, 'hurt in the child's body, pain in the mother's heart,' you didn't give birth to Yi'er, how could you know the suffering in my heart? The so-called empathy actually doesn't exist. He's become foolish, and here, I'm empty."
She beat her own chest fiercely a couple of times.
