"Ji Shuran," Jiang Li said calmly, "your claim that retribution is helpless against you is impossible. The sins you've committed will, of course, need to be repaid slowly. If I let you off lightly, your children would have to bear the consequences. How you treated me in the past is how others will treat your flesh and blood in the future." She smiled, "That seems fair."
Ji Shuran's tears and snot mixed together in a mess, thoroughly wretched.
