"Weiyi, come and talk to your mother."
Xia Weiyi walked over, with redness at the corners of her eyes.
She squatted in front of the tombstone and said softly, "Mom, I'm doing well now. Uncle Si has fulfilled his promise to you and is very good to me. It's just that I miss you very much, Mom."
She said she wouldn't cry, but she still couldn't control her tears. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and the tears flowed through her fingers.
At this moment, a blue handkerchief was handed to her. She was slightly startled and quickly took the handkerchief, reluctant to use it. However, under the man's gaze, she still wiped away her tears lightly.
Uncle Sihan stayed alone in front of her mother's tombstone for a long time.
Xia Weiyi stood not far away, listening quietly. She suddenly looked at Si Wuan, who was also quiet, and felt a little frightened.
How could Brother Wu'an face all this so calmly?
His father loves a woman other than his mother so deeply and expresses his feelings without any reservation. Isn't he angry at all?
"Brother Wu'an, why aren't you angry?"
Si Wuan lowered his eyes, his cold white skin becoming more conspicuous in the lush forest.
His dark pupils shrank: "My mother used some tricks on my father to get me married."
"Ah." Xia Weiyi couldn't believe it.
"I've looked into their affairs, including my father and your mother's affairs." Si Wu'an said calmly, "If it weren't for my mother's interference, my father and your mother would have had a chance to be together."
"I am a product of design, a freak of pharmacology."
He looked crazy, and an unprecedented sense of strangeness overflowed from him.
Xia Weiyi stared at him blankly, unable to speak for a long time.
The man exuded a strong sense of danger, like a fallen immortal trapped in the human world. The dangerous aura emanating from his body left no room for anyone to breathe.
"Let's go."
Si Wuan turned around, his whole body exuding a cold and stern demeanor.
He turned his head and chatted with Uncle Si who was walking over about the company's affairs. He was calm and indifferent, returning to his usual cold and selfless appearance of a bodhisattva, as if the him just now was just Xia's only illusion.
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