The atmosphere in the room grew grave. Mo Huawen was shocked. He smiled after a while and said, "Why do you all want me to remarry? Even you are telling me this. Your mother only passed away less than two years ago..." He raised his wine cup and drained it, his smile growing bitter.
The words rushed out of her mouth, "Father, Mother will understand and she will not blame you. She held my hand then and told me that if there is a good girl, for you to marry her. Just remember not to ill-treat Tong'er."
She held the corner of the table with a shaky hand. It was as if that was the only way she could push down the pain in her heart.
Her mother's pale face appeared before her. She had been thrown from heaven to hell that day!
