He Chenyang had not believed what Shen Shixu said at first. Or perhaps he had known it might be true but refused to believe it.
But Fang Keru's words confirmed everything. The old man before him, half-dead with rage, was his uncle, and the family he had killed with his own hands was his aunt's family.
He Chenyang refused to believe any of it. He broke free of Xiao Jinyi's restraint, rushed up to Fang Keru, and gripped her shoulders, his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets. "Mother, tell me this isn't true! He isn't your brother!"
Fang Keru stared at him for a long while before recognizing her son. She emerged from behind Zhang Ming, took his hand with a smile, and skipped merrily over to Fang Father.
"Big Brother, don't be angry with me. I know I was wrong. Look, this is my baby. He's grown so big! Isn't my son handsome?
"Oh, where's Big Sister? Is she still angry because I didn't listen to her before? I know I was wrong now. I'll apologize and give her all my favorite Osmanthus Cake. Will you ask her to forgive me?"
Fang Keru's words reminded He Chenyang of his time at the Song Residence. Back then, he had returned to the Song Residence as Song Zhuoyang, and Song Mother had brought him a plate of Osmanthus Cake that very day, watching him eat with a warm smile.
Had she already known then that I wasn't Song Zhuoyang?
If that was true, what did that make everything I had done?
He Chenyang had never felt such regret. He dropped stiffly to his knees, his hands clenched into fists. Unable to look anyone in the eye, he bowed his head and sank into profound self-loathing.
Fang Keru did not understand what