Ji Qingqing said in a daze, "But you told him the name we had decided on. Isn't your relationship with him harmonious?"
"Since he was very young, Hao Er has been clever, remembering things from when he was just a few months old. I never mentioned it to him; it might have been you who brought it up, and he remembered it..." Li Tian Gang said, his eyes moistening with tears.
Ji Qingqing's face lost all color, her mind suddenly flashing to the time before she left for Northern Yan, when she held the child close and whispered. It was the only time she had mentioned that name.
The child... remembered it.
Then he must have remembered the other things too.
Tears welled up in Ji Qingqing's eyes, she covered her mouth, not daring to imagine the expectations the child must have harbored, and the despair he must have felt when he ultimately fell.
"It's all my fault, all my fault..."
She cried uncontrollably.
