C896 The Human Heart Is like a Demon

As blood drained from her body, Yao Xianghe's complexion grew increasingly pale, and the despair in her eyes deepened.

Ji Chuanshuo's expression was one of cold detachment, betraying no sign that he was the one who had plunged a knife into his own mother.

"Twenty-five years ago, you married into the Ji Family and soon after, you brought me into this world