The heavy breathing was like a broken bellows. Faced with Bai Heshu's fierce gaze that seemed to wish for nothing more than to stab her to death, Old Madam Wen involuntarily shivered.
The room fell silent, and at the corner of Bai Heshu's eye, two tears fell.
"When I first met Yizhi, he told me about his family. He said that although he calls them father and mother, he is not their child. When he gets married, he wants to move out and only return for holidays and festivals."
"Yizhi said his identity is awkward. Staying home would only make everyone uncomfortable, so separating and living our own lives is better. He told me not to think too much."
"Yizhi also said that although we would be separated, the grace of birth does not compare to the grace of upbringing, and that I should dutifully honor his parents. However, regarding Wen's, I should not harbor greed."
Talking about old memories, Bai Heshu couldn't help but burst into tears.
