Xiaonuan lifted her eyes; thinking of something, crystalline tears shimmered in them.
"It was her… she's the one who killed my child."
Liang Shaochen furrowed his brows tightly.
Looking at her reddened eyes, something stirred in his heart; he almost couldn't stop himself from reaching out to grab the hand she'd placed on the table.
But he still held back.
Xiaonuan bit her lower lip, hesitated, and then told Liang Shaochen everything about that incident, about that necklace.
After listening, Liang Shaochen's face turned ashen, one hand clenching into a tight fist.
"Damn it!" he growled in a low voice, and said, filled with guilt, "It's all my fault… this whole thing is my fault… If I'd known earlier there was something wrong with that necklace, I…"
"This isn't your fault." Xiaonuan said quickly, "How could you have thought of that?"
Liang Shaochen let out a breath.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he thought of Nangong Zhongli, a chill rose in his heart.
