During those long years, what desolation and despair must her mother have felt...
When Third Brother learned of these things, perhaps only Shen Zhimei knows.
Nan Wan felt indescribable emotions in her heart; Nan Chengzhi, Jiang Xiaoman, they were all victims, yet also the instigators. The suffering and torment they now endure are simply debts they once owed.
But what did Mom do wrong, to love someone so unreservedly, only to lose everything in the end? Thirty years, all spent in the blinding white of the hospital room.
Her heart seeped with a fine, dense ache, like thousands of ants gnawing at it. She asked him softly, "Did you know long ago?"
So it was only today afternoon that, for once, he had the same opinion as her brother about not letting her come. If she hadn't insisted, she might never have known these things in her lifetime.
Mu Jin Huan looked down at her, his gaze calm and gentle, "I know as much as you do, just twenty years earlier."
What did she know?
