My Son, Above All Else
Jun Changxiao had killed the Red-haired Man, and Gongsun Ruoli's feelings were immensely complicated. First of all, she certainly hated that heartless man for abandoning her, abandoning their son while he was still in swaddling clothes.
But.
Could such hatred truly extend all the way to death?
For a long time, Gongsun Ruoli had thought that if she ever found that man, she would personally cut him down. Yet when she truly witnessed his death, she still felt a heart-rending pain. After all, she had once loved him.
The pain was only fleeting.
Once she realized that Jun Changxiao had killed that heartless man, she quickly calmed down and made what she believed was the right decision: to pretend nothing had happened and have Zhang San impersonate his mother.
That man was dead.
My son still had to live well. He could not be tormented by the bonds of kinship and morality.
It had to be said that a woman's heart was as fine as a needle. After emotions surfaced in a state of mind that was difficult to control, just as everyone was guessing that she might be the Sect Master's mother, she forcibly reversed the plot.
Yes.
Jun Changxiao was completely in the dark.
He had no idea that the Red-haired Man he had controlled Nezha to kill was that heartless man. He had merely defined him as Xiao Ziji's murderer, so—he deserved to die!
Gousheng felt no guilt, but what about Gongsun Ruoli?
One had to know that she understood the truth. Especially after witnessing her son kill his mother, what did it feel like whenever she thought of it?
The taste of pain.
Gongsun Ruoli chose to bear it alone, and she would guard this secret forever.
My son.
Above all