The bars were only thin, but they still created a huge distance between the two. Yun Xi sat silently as she waited for Liang Xiuqin to vent her anger.
Yun Xi's gaze remained cold and unfeeling as their eyes met. At this time, she saw her mother as nothing more than a circus clown fumbling for her amusement, or a mouse in a trap she had laid, prancing in panic. She enjoyed watching the struggle before she realized that her efforts were futile.
She had always preferred to torment her enemies rather than to finish them off instantly. This way she could maximize her enjoyment of their suffering.
Others might call her heartless or an inhumane monster, but Yun Xi cared little for what others might think.
Their relationship as mother and daughter had broken down way beyond repair. She believed she had already cleared her debts to the woman who'd carried her around for ten months, and she was in the right to face her as nothing but an enemy to be conquered.