When Lu Jin was in a precarious condition at Serene City, Qin Xiaoyue's expression of pretentious caring and sardonic face pierced Ye Shuyun every day. She was crying, but Qin was laughing, saying terrible things in her face. She said she was feeling down as well, that they were both widows.
But she never believed that her husband died. How could he? And so, she hated Qin Xiaoyue from then onward. And even until today, she could not forgive her.
Thankfully, Lu Jin came back. She was not widowed, or else how could she live on?
"Careful," Ye Shuyun would not point out the thief, but being careful could make a journey last longer. "We can't lose this painting. It was exchanged with our son's life, after all. If the Miao's was not feeling guilty, and was caught red-handed by us, you think they would hand this to us? This painting is as precious as life itself. Who would give that out willingly?"
