Angel of Death had a rueful look in her eyes: "I had never thought that things would turn out this way."
"After Yuan Xiao was born, I stayed with her for a while, and we had a good relationship. But apart for just forty years, and nevertheless, it was like she became a completely different person, treating me so coldly."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but want to rant.
Being apart for forty years, what kind of emotional connection is that?
"For the Angel of Death, forty years is but a short span, as we live much longer."
She said, "An Angel of Death can only give birth to two offspring in a lifetime, and I was lucky, they both grew up successfully. Yet, I was unfortunate, they both became strangers to me..."
The eternally youthful maiden had a face full of sorrow.
At this moment, Zhou Yi felt her words were coming from the heart.
"What should I call you?"
"My name is Yuan Xiao."
