Jiang Xunzhong held Dazhuang tightly, seeming somewhat at a loss and almost pleading in a low voice, "For the sake of the child..."
Xie Xinghua, however, was unmoved, gesturing with her hand for him to leave, "Go, go, this child isn't my own flesh and blood, don't lean on me..."
"Now that the household has been divided, each of us should lead our own life, and not interfering with each other is the proper way!"
With that, Xie Xinghua turned decisively and stepped into her house.
Su Yu silently admired her for her decisiveness and for not being bound by tradition, yet in the blink of an eye, she noticed an inexplicable redness at the corners of Xie Xinghua's eyes, as if harboring endless sorrow.
Su Yu was startled, how had the strong and composed Xie Xinghua suddenly become so emotionally turbulent?
Upon closer reflection, Xie Xinghua's treatment was not unjust, so where were these sudden tears coming from?
