Hearing this, Zuo Weiyi looked up, her dark eyes still filled with heartache. "Then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you take revenge for our child? She killed our child... that's my child... my... "
Her heart was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.
At the beginning, she thought that her child had only been lost accidentally in that chaotic battle, so she couldn't blame anyone. She had always buried the pain of losing her child at the bottom of her heart and endured it alone.
It wasn't until yesterday that she realized that her child hadn't been lost accidentally. Instead, Tengtang Xi had shot her.
But he had known all along, yet he had concealed it from her. He hadn't even punished the murderer who had killed their child.
Her heart felt as if it was being stabbed by a knife. Zuo Weiyi clutched her chest. She felt as if a sharp blade was ruthlessly gouging and digging at her.
