"Are you thinking of Auntie again?" Chu Molin had never met Ye Xuan's mother, but he often heard the three Yes speak of her, a beautiful and gentle woman. Sadly, fate had cruelly separated them, and they had still not found her even now.
"Hmm, I wonder where she is now?" Ye Xuan was young then, and his brother even younger. They became separated while their father was at war, so they did not have the chance to search for their mother.
It was from that time that Ye Xuan, who had always loved to laugh, no longer smiled. He felt that it was his fault his mother was lost, resulting in an agonizing guilt within him. As the years passed, his guilt grew stronger with age.
