Mu Yanzhou turned around, his face covered with a layer of frost, his words like a stone thrown to the ground telling her, "No need to test again, I accept this result."
Wen Zhi felt as if struck by a blow to the head.
In that moment, the way she looked at Mu Yanzhou was unprecedentedly unfamiliar.
Zhan Feng pulled her away; this time, she did not struggle or resist, letting Zhan Feng drag her. As she walked further away, her eyes were bloodshot, mingled with disbelief and... despair.
"Daddy..."
The moment she was pulled across the threshold, she still held a glimmer of hope.
What she awaited, however, were the words Mu Yanzhou left for Zhan Feng: "Before the funeral, don't let her appear again."
"No! No, it can't be, no no no..." Wen Zhi shook her head, frantically breaking free from Zhan Feng's grasp.
Zhan Feng tightly gripped Wen Zhi, preventing her from entering the Mourning Hall once more: "Miss, restrain your grief."
"Let go of me, I want to be with my mother, let go—"
