Avenging His Mother, Blood Flowing Like a River

Huo Yun'er's Grave

Only five simple characters were written on the tombstone, yet they stabbed deeply into Huo Yuhao's heart.

Huo Yuhao reached out and gently stroked the tombstone, weeping as he said, "Mom, I'm sorry. Your son only came back to see you after so long."

"Mom, I miss you so much..."

"Mom, I miss the food you made with your own hands..."

"Mom, can you wake up? Your son can give you a good life now..."

"Mom, your son really misses you..."

Huo Yuhao knelt before his mother's grave, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

He rested his head against the tombstone, trying to recall how his mother had once gently stroked him and spoken to him in a soft voice.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao felt not the slightest pleasure at having his great vengeance within reach. There was only overwhelming bitterness and... regret.

He regretted coming to this world.

If not for him, perhaps his mother would not have incurred the Duchess's hatred, nor would she have lost her life protecting him.

If he had not gone to hang the laundry that day, perhaps he would not have provoked Dai Huabin, and his mother would not have been beaten while protecting him.

If he had possessed his current strength back then, he could have taken his mother away from the Duke's Mansion and given her a better life.

If everything he had now could bring his mother back, he would willingly trade it all.

If only...

There were far too many ifs in Huo Yuhao's heart. Every single one made him desperately yearn for something like a cure for regret.

He hated the unfairness of heaven, and he hated even more how useless he had been back then. He could only watch helplessly as his mother breathed her