Madam Zhao could not bear the sudden truth. After Yan Qingyun left, she broke down and cried.
Su Sanlang's throat was hoarse. At this moment, all the comfort seemed too weak.
His eyes were red and his other eye hurt.
His heart ached for Madam Zhao. If possible, he would rather never meet Madam Zhao than let her be harmed by his stepmother.
As Yan Mian, Madam Zhao should have been able to live a very happy life with her loving fiancé. That person who still remembered her was so sentimental. They could have married for the rest of their lives.
And all of this was because of her stepmother's viciousness. Everything had been destroyed. She was separated from her old life. Now that things had changed, how could she face the past?
The son of the Minister of Rites was also an identity that he would never be able to compare to in his life. Su Sanlang felt inferior.