"What did you say? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Tang Hao staggered back half a step as if struck by lightning, the fury on his face instantly replaced by disbelief.
"Yue Hua, tell me this isn't true!"
Tang Hao abruptly turned to Tang Yuehua, his eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a trace of resistance even he had failed to notice.
"I... I..."
Tang Yuehua opened her mouth, but it felt as though something was lodged in her throat. She stammered for a long while without managing to utter a complete word.
She could endure the scorn of the world and bear the accusation of poisoning an elder, but she simply could not deny these deeply buried feelings before Tang Hao.
It was a secret she had hidden for her entire life, the conviction that had sustained her.
Admitting it was torment; denying it would tear out her heart.
"No wonder... no wonder."
Tang San stood to the side, muttering softly to himself.
He finally understood why Tang Yuehua had always looked at him with such complicated eyes.
At times, there was undisguised disgust. That was because he was Ah Yin's son, the obstacle standing between her and Tang Hao.
At other times, there was a deeply hidden longing. That was because Tang Hao's blood ran through him, making him the continuation of the man she could never have.
Those two utterly contradictory emotions finally had a reasonable explanation.
Yet that answer stirred an indescribable feeling within Tang San.
"Yue Hua, listen to my advice! The two of you are impossible!"
Ah Yin's tone was utterly calm, and her face showed not the slightest ripple.
She had actually seen through Tang Yuehua's thoughts long ago, but she had never taken them to heart.
No one knew Tang Hao's feelings for