As the morning mist spread over the Imperial Capital, the wind chimes on the balcony clanged loudly, echoing the morning prayer bells from the Blessing Temple.
Xu Qingfang leaned against the wall, looking bewilderedly at the flickering lights of the Imperial Capital, her heart filled with indescribable bitterness.
After waiting for her son to make something of himself, she still couldn't enjoy the life of having grandchildren happily surrounding her.
Previously, with Xiyue accompanying him, Xu Qingfang didn't think much of her son going out to train.
Now, Xiyue was taken away as well, and as a mother, how could she not worry?
She even wished that her child was just an ordinary professional, not having to think so much about the future of Blue Star.
