Song Zhiqing's face turned paler as he was mocked, his mouth twitching, not daring to argue, fearing that the old lady might be angered and then the eldest would take the opportunity to make trouble for him.
Indeed, having had poor sleep these days, when he delved deeper, he felt that the eldest was intentionally making trouble for him, otherwise he would have thought Bai Shuilian was truly dead and wouldn't have been stimulated by the bloody truth, or even...
Song Zhiqing looked down at his own hands, as if seeing blood on them, and recalled Bai Shuilian's dying yet unpeaceful gaze, shivering instantly, not daring to think further.
"Mother, if you can't bear it, then let it be." Song Zhiqing forced a smile as he spoke.
Song Ci stared at him: "Saying can't bear it is not quite right. I seldom see those two children, even though they must call me grandmother, people have emotional closeness or distance, naturally, they aren't as dear to me as Zhou'er and Wei'er."
