The usually heavily guarded General Mansion was exceptionally oppressive at this moment, exuding a sorrowful atmosphere.
Ling Xiche pulled Xia Yunsheng's arm across the courtyard and into the living room, where Mrs. Cheng sat on the sofa and Mr. Cheng was comforting her beside her.
On the wall of the house hung Cheng Yanzhi's black-and-white photograph.
Xia Yunsheng's gaze fell upon the photo, as if scalded, and she quickly looked away.
Mrs. Cheng also noticed Xia Yunsheng's presence. She hurried over upon seeing her, "How dare you show up here? If it weren't for you, Yanzhi wouldn't be like this..."
She cried heartbreakingly, for with only one child, Mrs. Cheng's inner pain was certainly no less than Xia Yunsheng's.
Xia Yunsheng felt Mrs. Cheng tugging at her clothes, continuously hammering at her with fists, yet she remained unresponsive, as if she was just an outsider, indifferently watching everything in front of her...
