"Although you say you really hate it, based on my brief understanding of you, I don't think you would kill your mother, your caregiver, for that reason," Yang Fan said, looking intently at the calm girl.
The girl's face, once composed, now took on a ferocious look, "My father died avenging me, my mother became my caregiver, but she was also ready to become my Blood Meal for the sake of my advancement. If I had really done that, why would I still want to live? I want my parents, not to carry such mountainous pain and barely survive."
"But my mother disagreed; she used a crude secret technique trying to forcibly control me, to make herself my first Blood Meal, to make me achieve some sort of advancement that I utterly despise, so I strangled her."
"They were both stubbornly convinced that they were doing what was best for me. Even if they had to endure torturous pain, even if their departure was agonizing, they thought it was right as long as I could live a good life."
