She slept uneasily as if she was having a nightmare. Cold sweats were formed on her forehead, it seemed like there were some on the corners of her eyes too.
Ye Shuyun cried her eyes out while she hugged onto a picture frame as Lu Yi stood behind her. Although he was emotionless, the pain hidden in his dark irises that flowed from his brows into his body could not be ignored.
He clenched both his hands strongly as if he was bearing something forcefully.
"Great. He's like you now, both of you don't have a father." Yan Huan looked at the pair of mother and son as she laughed arrogantly. She stood in front of Lu Qin. She laughed at their misfortune as they cried.
The dead should be respected. She was acting inhumanely that way.
Her humanity had already perished ever since she married into the Lu family some time ago.
