Every time Wu Juecheng mentioned his own brothers, he would always shroud his face in a cloud of fog. He didn't wish for anyone to see the expression he had at this moment.
He held nostalgia and persistence but was prideful too.
People didn't understand his pain, his agony and his solitude. Neither did they understand his pride nor his contentment!
When Chu Yang saw Wu Juecheng's agonized look, even though he was initially filled with hesitation, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Although Wei Wuyan had died, he had personally shaped his next lifetime with his own hands!
It hadn't been long since Hong Wuliang's death.
According to the typical myths, if the aggrieved soul of Wei Wuyan's wife really didn't dissipate because she had died an unjust death, it was highly likely that her soul was still around. Of course, as for his son… he had probably disappeared into the cycle of reincarnation…
