Gu Qingheng's hands, clasped behind his back, couldn't help but tighten into fists. He struggled to restrain himself from snatching the hand chaser away. How could she be worthy of wearing his mother's belongings?
"Cousin, I know I shouldn't have begged Chai Huan to send an urgent message, but without doing so, how could I have seen you so soon? Ever since I heard you might still be alive, I've been unable to wait even a moment..." Dou Xuemei's expression was filled with grievance, "When Chai Huan was injured, I happened to be there... I knew she was someone you valued. If cousin were alive, you surely wouldn't want to see her in trouble. Later, when cousin sent the message, Chai Huan was so joyous and excited that she couldn't sleep all night. I noticed, and I got down on my knees and begged her..."
