His mother's words were like a sharp knife piercing straight through his chest, and he felt as though even his breath was filled with the stench of blood.
Seeing Yuntian's grim expression, Po Xiaoyan softened her tone slightly, "Yuntian, with your qualifications, what kind of woman can't you have? I know you don't like La Ting, I won't make you marry her. Once you recover, we'll return to London. There are so many good girls; you can choose whoever you want."
The hand by Yuntian's side clenched tightly, "Yes, the world is vast, and there are many good girls. But the one I love, is only Tianxing."
"Mom, I believe in her. There must be a compelling reason for what happened this time. When I see her, I'll get to the bottom of it."
Po Xiaoyan saw that even now, he stubbornly defended Tianxing, and the anger she had just suppressed instantly flared up.
