After speaking.
Gu Yuan bent down and saw the panic on Wen Fei's face, but no trace of guilt, which chilled her to the core.
"Mom, this is the difference between you and me. We are not the same kind of people."
This was the boundary Gu Yuan wanted to draw; she wouldn't tolerate Wen Fei saying she was like her.
Standing up straight, Gu Yuan turned and went back inside. She hadn't walked far when Wen Fei's mocking words reached her: "Then I'll wait and see. See how different my daughter truly is from me. You always look down on me for being cold-blooded. I'll wait to see you turn into someone like me."
By then, Gu Yuan had already entered the house.
Wen Fei knew that Gu Yuan must have heard her words.
Cold-blooded, heartless, is it? Ha, we're just the same, no one nobler than the other!
On the morning of the third day.
