"Shut up—" Yu Yao interrupted her, visibly agitated, saying, "(You) shut up, Nuannuan is not that kind of person, she's not, not..."
Aunt Tong said, "Lady, your health is not good, don't get emotional. I... I said something wrong, it's all my fault. Please don't be angry, don't be angry!"
Yu Yao couldn't control her emotions, and sadness overwhelmed her.
She knew that she had truly caused Shi Nuan great harm. No, she had caused her own son great harm.
Her son valued Shi Nuan more than his life. With such a situation happening, how could he endure it?
Especially since she couldn't go out to inform her son, who was searching for her whereabouts while handling Shi Nuan's situation.
And with a heart full of scars.
She had lived a life of devout Buddhist faith, yet in middle age, suffered such a huge calamity.
How was she to atone in the future, how to atone!
Yu Yao was heartbroken, but she knew this was not the time for grieving.
