At this moment, Ou Manhui felt as though all the blood in her body had frozen.
Twenty-two years ago, the memory of giving birth to Qingxue suddenly surged to the forefront of her mind; such helplessness and pain were once her nightly nightmare, tormenting her to the point of wishing for death.
She had fantasized about it countless times before: how would he feel when he someday learned what kind of grievances she had suffered for him? As long as he felt pained, it would be considered successful revenge.
However, she had never thought that when he really asked her this way, her feelings were not as she had imagined; it wasn't a joy born from seeing his pain, but rather she found herself inexplicably dragged back into that endless agony, as if returning to a year she never wanted to revisit again...
The butler saw Sheng Shaocheng and once again overlapped him with that figure in the rain over twenty years ago.
Back then, he was just as helpless and pitiful.
