Zhao Yuru, who had been holding her forehead in anger, immediately pointed at Fang Zhiyuan and shouted, "You still have the nerve to say that!!"
Fang Zhiyuan obediently shut his mouth at once and crouched there, looking utterly wronged.
Yuxuan smiled, looked at her aggrieved father, and sighed silently. Then, helplessly, she ignored the pleading look he sent her,
asking for help, and turned to Zhao Yuru.
"Mom... what exactly happened back then?"
The moment Yuxuan asked this, the elderly woman's attention shifted away from the subject of "her husband dancing with another woman,"
and Fang Zhiyuan, who had been looking
so aggrieved, grew somber as well, all trace of joking gone from his face.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became terribly gloomy.
"Ah..."
An aged sigh echoed through the room. Zhao Yuru reached out, took Yuxuan's hand, and gently stroked it as she
recalled the past.
"That day..."
What had happened was actually very simple. There had been a single order: they were forbidden from approaching Fang Yuxuan again. That was all.
Afterward, the two of them had been taken away by Long Tianfeng's
father. Though the elderly couple had struggled, their strength was far too insignificant against an economic organization that practically controlled
the world.
Although they had later been released, they had been restricted to living in a single city. In truth, that city
was only a few dozen kilometers
from their original home.
Yet despite those mere dozens of kilometers, they had tried to escape dozens of times without success. In the end... before the apocalypse,
they had never managed to see Yuxuan again.
Zhao Yuru spoke as she reminisced, while Fang Zhiyuan seemed to be remembering something alongside her, a trace of
pain showing in his eyes.
"Was it Fang Yinglong?"
Yuxuan