"I accepted and protected him because I felt sorry for him. I treated him like my blood brother. In the end, he pushed my mother down the stairs when I was out attending a banquet with my father."
"Can you imagine that? How young was he? Ten? Yes, he was ten when that happened." Zuo Si narrowed her eyes as her expression darkened as she recalled, "I saw my mum lying in a pool of blood as soon as we stepped into the house. Zuo An was standing on the stairs staring at us. There was no warmth in his eye at all, as if all of us deserved to die."
"My mother's health had always been bad. Her condition worsened after the fall. She was bedridden in the hospital for half a year before she passed away."
