Fang Xiaolian sat in the car with his eyes closed.
But the car's jolting stirred his thoughts, and memories long buried flashed through his mind.
She had been an innocent young woman, beautiful in every smile and every frown, as if Heaven had bestowed her upon him.
They had traveled the world together, practiced swordplay together, and sat atop mountain peaks to watch the sunset. They had entered the marriage hall.
But it had all come to an abrupt end that afternoon. He couldn't understand why, with modern medical technology, his wife had suddenly died of massive blood loss. In that instant, his world had collapsed.
Holding their child in his arms, he wept in despair.
His mother had invited a master from West Spirit Mountain.
The master said it had all been caused by this child. He was born a demon, destined to bring ruin to his mother and father. Those who grew close to him would meet with misfortune, and unless he was converted, he would bring the Lineage to ruin!
From that moment on, he had disliked the child, even hated him. The boy had taken the person he loved most away from him.
But whenever he saw that familiar face, he wavered.
So when his mother wanted to send Fang Mo away, he hadn't been able to bring himself to agree.
But Fang Mo's cold gaze and icy words had pierced his chest like arrows, filling him with pain.
"Du Chuan, do you think I'm a good father?"
Fang Xiaolian suddenly spoke.
Du Chuan turned around. Fang Xiaolian's eyes were closed. After a moment's hesitation, he said:
"Family Head, the young master will understand your painstaking intentions one day. You did it for his own good, and for the stability of the Lineage!"
Fang Xiaolian abruptly