All for an heir.
Now, he dared not even pay respects to her grave. On the day of her death anniversary, all he could do was to burn three joss sticks in his room. Amidst the swirling smoke, the illusion of her eyes filled with condemnation were ever so real. He owed her too much; a debt that could not be repaid in this lifetime.
The gut-wrenching betrayal he had committed all for an heir, but still, his sacrifices did not bring him an heir! He had taken control over his own life with his iron fist, but yet, the fangs of revenge continued to follow him, leaving wounds that would not heal for eternity.
Xuanyuan Cheng slowly put his hand down. At this moment, he felt as though his ambitions were shattered. 'All these years of painstakingly planning, schemes just to give you the very best… but your gaze is on somewhere else… why bother, why bother…'
