Chapter 8

The moment Jiang Muyan mentioned the past, my mother panicked. She **grabbed a knife** from the counter, her hands trembling as she pressed the sharp edge against her neck. *"Jiang Yue, if you don’t take the fall for Color, I’ll die right in front of you!"* Tears streamed down her face, her grip tightening. To prove she wasn’t bluffing, she pressed harder—just enough for a thin line of **blood** to seep from her skin. One more push, and she would be **gone.** I felt like...