"Your father is gone. I've been playing the role of both father and mother, raising you with great hardship, my precious. You can't treat me like this..."

My mother's voice was filled with tears, but it was as if I hadn't heard a word she said. I continued with my actions.

As the first needle went in, blood oozed from my mother's lower lip.

"Ah..."

Her cry was agonizing.

However, as the thread tightened, she quickly dared not make a sound.

After just one stitch, she became obedient.

It seemed she was still afraid of pain.

I sneered as I looked at the work I had just done, quite satisfied.

Is this how doctors sew up wounds for their patients?

It's actually quite amusing!

My mother no longer struggled.

But why did those lifeless fish eyes keep staring at me?

Wasn't my procedure normal? I remember she treated Tang Xiaoxiao the same way.

Xiaoxiao is just an eight-year-old child, while she is an adult.

There's nothing she can't endure, right?

I calmly tidied up the needle and thread and returned to my room.

"Wuwuwu..."

It seemed like my mother was crying, but her voice was finally not as loud.

It seems I did a good job stitching her mouth, finally giving my ears some peace and quiet.

As I opened the door, I saw the mirror in the room.

In broad daylight, the light it projected was a cold blue.

I walked over and examined myself in the mirror.

The face of a fifteen-year-old boy slowly changed under my gaze—the eyes, nose, mouth...even the entire face seemed to be transforming.

Finally, my reflection in the mirror turned into that of a seven or eight-year-old girl.

A familiar face, a slender body...

It was Tang Xiaoxiao.

Ever since her memories awakened, I haven't been afraid anymore.

She is so pitiful.

At this moment, I even reached out my hand, wanting to touch the face of the little girl in the mirror.

She cried, her face pale, but her eyes had a dreadful crimson tint, as if her tears were silently accusing.

"I will avenge you."

After only a short while, my feet started to feel sore. It felt as if I had walked dozens of miles.

I lowered my head and realized that I was standing on the balls of my feet in front of the mirror, with my heels suspended in the air...