But if that old man imprisons his woman, he will suffer too, and he'll be unhappy for the rest of his life.
Mucen, at last, those bloodshot eyes like those of a trapped beast, misted over, "Mom, but she is also the mother of my child, the person who is supposed to spend her life with me. If it were you, could you bear to abandon her and not care?"
Bai Tingfang: "..."
She just stared at her son's face, twisted with pain, and finally, her heart, as if it was pressed by a large stone, was so blocked that she couldn't utter a single word...
Yes, that woman, she's the mother of his child, the love he would trade his life for. How could he leave her behind? How could he part from her?
Bai Tingfang let go of his hand slowly.
As her hand loosened, she thought he would continue to seek out his father. But he didn't. Instead, he stared blankly at a spot, his gaze empty and rigid, for a good while before he turned.
"Where are you going?" Bai Tingfang felt her heart skip at the sight.
