Her voice lowered slightly, carrying an almost imperceptible caution, "Today I... asked your mother about your past."
The man's tone was indifferent, betraying no sign of emotional fluctuation, "What about it?"
"About... your mother, and your childhood."
"Are you interested in that?"
"Yes... I want to understand you more."
He chuckled faintly, "Did you find out anything?"
"If I talk to you about your mother, will you be angry?"
"What about my mother's story is there to be angry about?"
The woman's soft voice arose close to his ear, "There isn't... but everyone has a past they don't wish to mention. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask."
Mo Shiqian spoke blandly, "It's not a past that can't be mentioned, just an ordinary past."
"Do you... recall everything about your mother clearly?"
"I was too young. I've forgotten most of it."
"Then, do you think... her life was ruined because of her infatuation?"
