In the Lin Family Mansion, Wen Meiyu sat absent-mindedly on the edge of Lin Xixi's bed, holding a photo of their family of three.
Once upon a time, although Lin Xixi was ill and spent most of the year abroad, Wen Meiyu felt that with a considerate husband and a lovely daughter, they were the happiest family.
But it seemed that in the blink of an eye, everything had changed.
The daughter went mad, died, and even Lin Zonghao, who said he'd never leave her for a lifetime, at such an age, was asking for a divorce.
Thinking that all the wrongs stemmed from that night of passion years ago, Wen Meiyu covered her face and sobbed.
If not for waiting for Lin Zonghao to return, Wen Meiyu would have rather died.
Death would be peaceful.
Her fingers brushed over the faces of Lin Zonghao and Lin Xixi in the photo, and thinking that she wasn't by her daughter's side before she died, Wen Meiyu's tears gushed even more fiercely.
