The solitary grave was hidden well, tucked away behind a cluster of flowers.
It was small, quiet, but meticulously kept.
On a wooden plank, a few crooked characters were written—Tomb of the Beloved Child.
Feng Yexuan, as if gone mad, dug up the lonely grave with his bare hands.
Everyone stood by, some unable to bear the sight, fearing that buried within was something—too cruel.
But it didn't make sense; Miss Chu hadn't given birth, where did this child come from?
In the end, Feng Yexuan unearthed a wooden box.
His hands trembling, he opened the box.
Inside was a garment!
A garment soaked with bloodstains!
The very one she wore that night…
He finally understood why there had been such an extensive pool of blood on the ground.
It turned out, it was the blood she had lost from a miscarriage.
The garment from that night... the night he had ordered her to be locked away.