"What? Mrs. Pei is gone?" Liu Xiangli hurriedly went over and took the note, which indeed read, "My child, I am sorry for you. You should consider that I died sixteen years ago, take care of yourselves!"
Liu Xiangli almost lost her voice by the end, reciting silently in her heart.
Li Feiyan was completely disheartened and reacted nothing.
Liu Xiangli, however, was most worried about Li Huai. Even though he seemed calm, she could sense his longing for familial affection.
Having just learned about his origins, that he has a mother and a sister, yet before they could recognize each other, Pei Xueke left. It was a definite wound for Li Huai.
Choking back her sobs, Liu Xiangli quickly comforted, "Huai, Mrs. Pei must have had some difficulties or perhaps something urgent came up, she...."
"My wife, stop talking," Li Huai said with a shiver in his voice, shaking so violently that anyone could perceive his current state of mind.
