Zhao Junyao nearly forgot how he got out of the cell.
His heart ached to an unbearable degree.
It was a regret from the depths of his soul, a loss he could never make up for in his lifetime.
He was already over thirty, having lived more than half his life.
He never expected that the facts he had understood for half his life would be overturned so abruptly.
The pain he had endured for a lifetime was not as he had thought.
He was very annoyed.
Why didn't he investigate when he first noticed something was wrong?
He was very hateful.
He had actually mistaken his mother's killer for his own mother, and served her for so long.
He felt humiliated.
He didn't expect that his father could tolerate such a woman; if it were him... she probably wouldn't have lived to see the child born.
Zhao Junyao looked up at the sky.
The early summer sun was not too fierce yet, the sky still very blue, dotted with drifting white clouds.
