Feiyu's eyes were red with rage, and he gnashed his teeth, angrily roaring at her.
"If it weren't for you, this jinx, Third Young Master wouldn't have fallen into the sea and contracted this strange illness. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have been constantly getting hurt. The doctor had repeatedly warned him that if he wanted to increase his chances of survival, he absolutely must not get wounded.
"Yet knowing full well that the more he got hurt, the less time his body could hold up, he still got injured again and again for you - stabbed by his godfather, his bones fractured from blocking a kick for you, and even shot himself for your child, completely draining his physical reserves. The doctor said he wouldn't have fallen ill so quickly, at least not for a few more months, if it weren't for you. His miserable state is all because of you.
