As Weilan entered, she was greeted by such a scene, indescribable deep in her heart, only feeling the irony.
Now, his two women are dead, he holds the child in his arms, only a son.
It was only now that Weilan suddenly understood one thing; in her father Shen Tianming's heart, Yao Huilian didn't matter, Madam Shen didn't matter, only the son mattered.
He could risk his life to save others; selflessness was just that.
Weilan stood at the doorway, biting her lip as she looked at Shen Tianming.
Perhaps realizing something, Shen Tianming lifted his head and met Weilan's gaze. Bearing the pain from his wounds, Shen Tianming called out to Weilan, "Weilan..."
Weilan looked at him, speaking coldly, "Why aren't you dead?"
"Weilan..." Shen Tianming called out softly.
Weilan laughed bitterly, "You're the most selfish person, the one who should have died is you. Yet, two women died instead."
