Fang Xiaolian sat in the car, his eyes tightly shut.
Yet with the car's jolts, his thoughts rose and fell, and sealed-away memories flashed through his mind unbidden.
She had been an innocent woman. Every smile and frown of hers was incomparably beautiful, like a gift Heaven had bestowed upon him.
They traveled the world together, practiced swordsmanship together, sat atop mountains together watching the sunset, and entered the hall of marriage together.
But everything came to an abrupt end that afternoon. He could not understand why, with modern technology being what it was, his wife had suddenly hemorrhaged to death. In that instant, his world collapsed.
Holding their child, he wept in despair.
His mother had invited a master from West Spirit Mountain.
The master said that everything had been caused by this child—that he had been born a demon, destined to bring ruin upon his mother and father, and that none who drew close to him would meet a good end. If he was not guided and redeemed, he would surely bring about the family's downfall in the future!
From that moment on, he had disliked this child. He had even hated him. He was the one who had taken away the person Fang Xiaolian loved most.
Yet whenever he saw that familiar face, he wavered.
That was why, when his mother wanted to send Fang Mo away, he had not had the heart to allow it.
But Fang Mo's indifferent gaze and icy words pierced his chest like sharp arrows, filling him with pain.
"Du Chuan, do you think I'm a good father?"
Fang Xiaolian suddenly spoke.
Du Chuan turned back to look at him. Fang Xiaolian's eyes remained closed. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Family Head, the eldest young master will understand your painstaking