"Mommy, let's go too. We don't belong here," Shangguan Qing said in a detached tone as she and Shangguan Yu supported Liu Ruoling, one on each side, and left the room.
Shangguan Zhi cast a cold glance at Old Mistress Shangguan, his eyes brimming with disappointment and heartache. He looked at her deeply, went upstairs, grabbed several documents, and without looking back, strode away.
The Old Mistress Shangguan's hand, which had been resting on Shangguan Rou's, stiffened as she watched everyone leave. In the empty house, she was the only one left—her two children, two granddaughters, a daughter-in-law, and her husband had all departed from her side. Remembering the look in Shangguan Zhi's eyes as he left, her heart gave a violent lurch. Words Shangguan Zhi had once spoken echoed in her ears again: "No matter what you do, as long as it doesn't cross my bottom line, I can forgive and tolerate you. But if you ever cross that line, then it's all over."
