Li Mengjun stood there immediately, watching An Bingfeng's departing figure without a moment's pause, her clenched fists pierced by her nails.
She couldn't understand why, back then, the master chose that worthless woman, whose looks couldn't even compare with hers, to bear his offspring.
Yet, she felt so miserable.
If only she had been the one to receive such honor back then, how wonderful it would have been!
Unfortunately, the truth is, she accompanied him for so many years, always quietly staying behind him, wholeheartedly taking care of the young master.
Even to cater to his preferences, she abandoned everything a girl loves, donning men's attire to face others.
For ten years, day after day, yet she didn't even have the right to walk behind him, nor could she earn a single glance from him.
It made her feel so utterly forlorn!
Inside the room, An Yu had already awakened, and his complexion was back to normal, showing no signs of any abnormal condition.
