Xia Yusheng stared expressionlessly out the window, his gaze aimlessly lowering to the ground below, from which the ants seemed like insignificant, fragile creatures, easily crushed.
Sometimes he thought that if he weren't part of the Xia Family, perhaps he and Xia Xue would have lived more easily, and the past would not be brought up again. The old man deliberately erased the incident, and if it weren't for Xiaoxue's jealousy, he never would have met Xiao Lin, nor would he have become the one in charge of the Xia Family.
This might have been the old man's way of compensating for the past, a sort of atonement. However, now, how is he supposed to deal with the people behind him? A sense of melancholy he couldn't express overtook him. At this age, what could he do? The old man would never easily let go of a family traitor, and as it appears now, this family is already torn apart. Does he have the power to restore its former glory?
