Zhan Xiong reached out, lovingly caressing the photo of Chen Muyu on the tombstone.
If only he hadn't been deceived by Bai Yanrou back then.
If he hadn't been deceived by Bai Yanrou, maybe Chen Muyu wouldn't have died of illness.
He could have raised his beloved son to adulthood.
Because he believed Chen Muyu's lie too easily, Chen Muyu died in desolation. He didn't care about his son's well-being, allowing him to grow up alone and forlorn.
He was such a bastard.
Chen Muyu was blind to have married him back then.
In his lifetime, those few years were his only happy times.
The death of Chen Muyu took away all his joy and happiness.
Later, even though he married Bai Yanrou and had Zhan Hao, he was never happy for a moment.
Chen Muyu was an indelible mark in his heart. He would always remember how happy he was when he and Chen Muyu were newlyweds and would never forget how thrilled he was when Chen Muyu gave birth to his son, nearly driving him crazy with joy.
