Bai Yanrou didn't dare to look into Zhan Xiong's eyes at all.
Bai Yanrou didn't answer his question, not a single word, but Zhan Xiong understood everything.
Yes.
Zhan Yifei was not some illegitimate child of his wife and his brother; he was his own son.
He had been deceived.
He had committed the world's most dreadful mistake.
He had driven his wife to death, caused his dear brother's demise, and left the son he once adored to wander outside, unreared for over ten years.
He stayed frozen in place for a long time before lifting his head to look at Bai Yanrou, "Why? Why do such a thing? Why be so cruel?"
Bai Yanrou cried to the point of being unable to speak, "I'm sorry, Brother Xiong. It's just that I loved you too much. Our families have been friends for generations, and we grew up together. I've always liked you, but you never saw me. Chen Muyu took the love that rightfully belonged to me. I was unwilling, I was unwilling..."
