Zhai Shanshi said calmly in Wu Cailan's shrill voice, "Mom, you just curse her, and all your curses will eventually be fulfilled on me."
Wu Cailan fell silent suddenly. She looked at the face of her son and asked with concern, "Son, what's wrong with your face? Who scratched you? Are you in pain? Son..."
"It hurts."
Zhai Shanshi muttered through his teeth, "It hurts..."
Still, the pain in his face was nothing, wasn't it?
It was his heart that hurt.
The woman he loved deeply was right in front of him.
She was so close to him, yet she was so far away.
"Stay still, son. Mother will blow on it lightly for you so it won't hurt anymore."
Wu Cailan leaned in front of Zhai Shanshi and blew on Zhai Shanshi's face gently.
Zhai Shanshi's eyes crossed Wu Cailan to Ye Tianxin's face.
That was a delicate face that was deeply imprinted in his mind.
