Jie, the Second Young Master, said, "I have settled matters with you, but I still owe Mr. Du and Madam Du. They entrusted their daughter to me, and I failed to treasure her, even causing her to suffer, which is one issue. The second is, after we got married, I never once paid my respects to our elders, making me unfilial. Even though we have no relation now, a debt owed remains a debt owed, and I hope my offering today is not too late."
Du Xintong sneered coldly but did not speak.
Late? Why isn't it considered too late? If regret and apologies were effective, the world would truly be turned upside down.
The burns on Du Wanqing's body, once frozen by the harsh cold, became painfully itchy and unbearable, and she was unwilling to step out of the carriage. After Du Xintong finished burning the paper offerings, she personally led people to pull Wanqing out.
"Du Xintong, what are you trying to do? I don't want to go out, my face feels awful, I don't want to go out."
