Upon hearing Lu Yun say this and seeing her expression, Zhang Min felt as if she had plunged into an icy pit. Her grip on Lu Yun's hand tightened further, her body swayed, and her face bore a smile that was not quite a smile, her voice a cry that was not quite a cry, "Is it that they are no longer here? When did this happen?"
"I knew I couldn't hide it," Lu Yun continued with a hard scalp, "Shitou's mother passed away at his birth, and his father—about when he was six or seven years old—also died of illness."
"—Was Shitou's mother the girl from that family?" Zhang Min eventually managed to suppress her overwhelming grief and asked with bitterness.
"No."
Lu Yun barely dared to look into Zhang Min's eyes, cursing how slowly time passed. Such a tragic past would sadden anyone who heard it, yet she had to recount it to a mother.
"That family, after adopting Shitou's father, didn't wait long to have their own son."
"..."
