Mrs. Liu's lips curled into a bitter smile. Indeed, the higher one's position and power, the darker their heart.
She felt her life slipping away bit by bit. The moon was beautiful tonight. She saw her son not far away, crying and calling for her, struggling to crawl towards her.
She couldn't move at all. She reached out her hand, but still couldn't touch her son. She used all her strength, but her voice was still like a mosquito's, "Please, please spare my son. He's still young; he doesn't know anything."
From the darkness came a cold voice, "Rest assured; we'll find a good family for him."
Mrs. Liu gave a mournful smile; at that moment, she felt that cold blade being slowly withdrawn from her body.
Only now did she realize that not everyone in this world would forgive you.
Some mistakes come at the cost of one's life.
She watched as her son, who seemed to crawl toward her forever in vain, slowly closed his eyes.
Gu Yuheng sat in the carriage, his mind in turmoil.
