Bai Li's fourth match was again at a strange refresh point, located in the center of a building ruin that was about to collapse.

As soon as he landed, Bai Li tilted on the uneven standing surface, missed the best opportunity to dodge, and was hit on the back by a falling stone, cursing for a long time.

The map is a satellite planet that has been invaded. The ruins continued to collapse, splashing large pieces of dust, and the strong wind rolled up the sand, interfering with the line of sight. At the same time, the strong wind also had a certain impact on the flight of the mecha.

This map is nothing for heavy armor, but it is quite different for white01.

The heavy mecha is huge and heavy, and is less affected by the wind. White01 is like a stick in the strong wind, and its speed is significantly reduced when it goes up against the wind.

This match was harder than Bai Li had imagined. While his mental strength was highly concentrated, the pressure on his body from the mecha was also greater than in the previous three matches. He was almost destroyed by the opponent's light artillery several times. He

barely avoided another artillery attack, and the commentator breathed a sigh of relief. White01's supporters in the audience patted their chests and gasped, while the opponent's supporters sighed with regret.

"He will be scared to death by Boss Bai sooner or later," Chen Nan took a sip of water, "He is too bold, rushing forward, even against the wind."

Mrs. Tang didn't really understand the battle situation, so she asked in a low voice: "Isn't it very dangerous?"

"That's too dangerous," Chen Nan said, "It's easy to hit the cockpit. Fortunately, the opponent's skills are not good enough, so he didn't hit it."

Huo Cunyou disagreed: "He seems to be a little afraid of Bai Li, so he doesn't dare to attack casually. White01 must take the initiative now, he can't compare with heavy armor."

"That's right," Chen Nan nodded, and seeing that Mrs. Tang listened to what they said very seriously, he smiled and said, "You should not be exposed to these things much, heavy armor is-"

"I know," Mrs. Tang said hurriedly, "It's a heavy mecha, with a focus on destructive power, heavy firepower weapons, and a larger size. White01 is a new type of mecha, with a focus on flexibility and speed..."

She said it all in a whirlwind, and Chen Nan was stunned and raised his thumb: "It's amazing that a lady like you can understand this level." Mrs.

Tang smiled.

"This map is not good for Bai Li," Huo Cun was very nervous, "If you lose, there will be no hope, there will be no resurrection match or anything."

"Don't talk nonsense here," Chen Nan scolded him, "You are the only one who says sad words every day."

Mrs. Tang's heart was hanging three feet high by Huo Cun's words. On the holographic projection, White01 was still shuttling between the ruins, avoiding the powerful bombardment of the heavy mecha.

She subconsciously glanced at Lu Zhao. The young major general had not spoken since the start of the game.

Lu Zhao crossed his arms and stared at the dark blue mecha on the holographic projection.

He was so focused that he could not hear the cheers or sighs.

Mrs. Tang felt a little envious in her heart, but she didn't know what she was envious of. She clasped her fingers together, no longer distracted, and focused on watching the game.

Bai Li was fully focused in the cockpit, stabilizing the balance of the mecha, drilling into a broken bridge hole, and at the same time raised his hand and fired an ion cannon upwards.

The bridge collapsed, crushing the heavy mecha that was chasing closely behind.

The heavy object pressed down would not cause much damage to the hard shell of the heavy armor, but it splashed a large cloud of dust. Bai Li fired two ion cannons at the heavy armor in the dust. Bai

Li's tactics were similar along the way, creating obstacles and firing two shots when the opponent's vision was affected. The opponent had already figured out this routine and reacted quickly, firing a small-caliber laser cannon from his shoulder, blocking Bai Li's attack halfway.

It's about time to get used to it. Bai Li operated the mecha and ran wildly without image.

Running wildly against the wind affected his speed, and the heavy mecha was chasing closely behind him. white01 suddenly lowered his body and passed under an abandoned house. The sound of heavy armor hitting the wall came from behind.

The house collapsed under Bai Li's bombardment. The heavy armor dodged in time and was not crushed. In the dim smoke, the opponent was alert to Bai Li's attack.

"It seems that the battle has reached a stalemate," the commentator said anxiously, "The heavy mecha did not waver because of this disturbance!"

People in the audience kept grumbling, complaining that the battle was delayed for too long, and felt that white01's shortcomings were too obvious.

Lu Zhao ignored Huo Cun's shouting. He watched white01 turn the ion cannon again, and vaguely felt that Bai Li had waited for that moment.

Bai Li first fired an ion cannon, only one shot, and then the entire mecha rushed to the center of the smoke, increasing its speed to the maximum. With the wind in its favor, White01 was like a bolt of lightning, directly striking the heavy mecha in the smoke!

Even Bai Li himself did not expect this speed. He blew a happy whistle in the cockpit and drew his light sword.

The driver of the heavy mecha was on full alert, just waiting for the monitor to detect the attack route of the ion cannon. The alarm sounded, and the two targets approached rapidly. He immediately responded with a light cannon, one of which hit and successfully offset the attack of the ion cannon, but the other did not hit the target.

The target that was originally attacking straight on the detector turned slightly and avoided the light cannon.

When the armored driver realized that it was Bai Li himself and not the ion cannon, he froze for a moment. Bai Li did not give him any time to breathe. He slashed the cockpit with his sword. The inertia caused by the speed pushed the armored body backwards, and the two mechas crashed into the ruins together.

The audience exclaimed, and the commentator said: "It seems that the armored driver was deliberately guided by Bai Li and got used to Bai Li's attack mode, so he lost the consciousness of active attack and was caught by Bai Li--"

In the large cloud of dust caused by the smashing of the ruins, the dark blue mecha suddenly jumped up, and the sunlight coated it with a layer of gold.

"——Winner," the name of the winner flashed a blue light on the holographic projection, "white01, Bai Li!"

The audience who had just complained that the fight took too long was stunned for several seconds before they realized that in just a few minutes, the direction of the game suddenly changed and ended directly.

A moment later, there was a shouting in the audience. The cheers of supporters and the sighs and curses of opponents mixed together, deafening.

Bai Li walked down the simulation warehouse, took off his helmet, revealing his handsome face.

Sweat soaked his bangs, he combed his five fingers, lifted his bangs, and smiled as he raised his helmet to the audience.

Someone in the crowd applauded and shouted, "Awesome, Major General Bai..."

Surrounded by stardust and illuminated by lights, the smile on his face still had a bit of the pride of a young man.

In this smile, Mrs. Tang realized that she had missed too much time with her son.

She had only seen Bai Li's appearance when he was young.

She was surrounded by applause and cheers, all of which were awards for Bai Li. She sat among these awards, feeling out of place.

As soon as she stepped off the main stage, Situ and his assistants came over, and Bai Li was helped to rest on the sofa in the backstage.

"No need," Bai Li was carried by several people, "I'm not disabled, I can walk!"

Situ directed people to pack up: "Shut up his mouth!"

Someone immediately took a bottle of repairing nutritional solution and stuffed it into Bai Li's mouth.

Bai Li held the nutritional solution in his mouth, with his left leg on the chair. His knee was a little sore and was forcefully massaged.

"Although white01 is for special groups of people, it is not a finished product after all. You have to go slow," Teacher Si said earnestly. "I thought there were the fewest competitions today and I could take it easy, but I didn't expect to be stuck with such a broken map. Why is your luck so bad?"

"You really have to ask the world about this." Bai Li said, "Maybe I am the chosen one."

"You are sick," Situ couldn't stand his dog-like look that he was used to. "Your personal terminal rang."

It rang as soon as the competition ended. It must be Lu Zhao.

Bai Li took over his personal terminal, and Lu Zhao sent him a text message. Just two words: door.

Bai Li never thought that he would feel at ease because of a text message with only two words. He drank the nutrient solution in one gulp, stood up and was about to walk out.

"You're leaving now," Situ shouted, "Can you drive with your legs? Go with the institute's car, and drive your car home automatically!"

Bai Li looked at Situ and sighed.

"Speak nicely." Situ was furious.

"Have you never experienced that feeling," Bai Li said, "when your lover comes to pick you up after work, you go shopping hand in hand, and you can enjoy a massage in the evening."

Teacher Si was stunned.

"Good brother, be strong." Boss Bai patted him on the shoulder.

After Bai Li finished telling others to send the video of his next opponent's game, he walked out of the door for several meters before he heard Teacher Si's roar from behind.

"I'll kill you sooner or later!" Situ shouted heartbreakingly, "You bastard!"

Bai Li and the assistant who accompanied him out yesterday couldn't stop laughing.

As they approached the door, they saw a few reporters again. When they saw Bai Li coming, they nodded angrily, their eyes full of desire.

Bai Li was a little helpless. The assistant rolled up his sleeves and prepared to help the boss to make way for him, but then he saw someone standing at the door.

Lu Zhao was wearing a military uniform. When he stood at the back door, everyone who passed by had to look at him twice.

"I'm here," Bai Li felt relieved, "I'll be out right away."

Lu Zhao glanced at the reporters standing at the door, knowing that Bai Li still couldn't let go, and nodded, saying, "I have something to tell you."

Bai Li was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a shout from far away outside the door: "Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai——"

Everyone looked over and saw a big alpha carrying a small video camera running from a distance, panting and begging: "Wait a minute! I want to do an interview!"

He ran so fast that he stuttered while speaking.

"I'm from the News and Publicity Department of the Military Academy's Mecha Combat Academy, and I want to interview you," the big guy said while panting, and he became more excited when he saw Lu Zhao, "Lu, Hello, Major General Lu!"

Lu Zhao nodded and glanced at Bai Li.

Bai Li felt okay at the moment: "Si Dong mentioned it to me."

"Si Dong said you don't really want to be interviewed, I understand, I understand," the big guy still had a student's youthfulness between his features, and he smiled nervously, "I just want to try harder."

His smile was a little silly, which made Bai Li laugh.

He sighed, knowing that he couldn't escape today. In fact, he could have refused firmly, but Bai Li knew in his heart that he had to overcome this hurdle.

He tilted his head and looked at Lu Zhao, who was also looking at him.

"You said you have something to do, is it urgent?" Bai Li smiled, "If not, wait for me for a while."

Lu Zhao found a sense of relief in this smile, and his nerves also relaxed. Bai Li's confidence in rebuilding his glory bit by bit.

"No hurry," Lu Zhao's lips curled up, and he patted Bai Li's arm, "I'll wait here."

Bai Li nodded, and said to the others, "Give you a few minutes, I'm in a hurry."

"Right here?" The reporter from the Mecha Forum was surprised, "Why don't we go to the interview room next door, which is specially reserved by the event team."

"Right here," the assistant interrupted, "He talks a lot as soon as he sits down, and he never stops."

This little assistant was just as annoying as last time, and the reporters didn't say much, and each turned on their video cameras. The big guy from the military academy looked at Bai Li, and after getting Bai Li's nod, he smiled happily and quickly turned on his own equipment.

Lu Zhao confirmed that Bai Li was in good condition, then he retracted his gaze and turned to look behind him.

Not far away, Mrs. Tang stood behind a small corner with her hands and feet tucked in.

"Wait," Lu Zhao said, "There is an interview."

Mrs. Tang nodded and said, "Okay, okay." After a pause, she hesitated and said, "Or I'd better not..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard the voice of a reporter from inside: "May I ask why you thought of developing such a mecha?"

"Why do you still ask this?" Bai Li's lazy voice sounded, "I am disabled. If I want to drive a mecha, this is the only way."

It was a straightforward answer without any disguise. Mrs. Tang outside the door felt something blocking her throat, choking her and making her unable to breathe.

Lu Zhao leaned against the wall. This should be the first time that Bai Li exposed his wounds in front of outsiders without covering up.

Just listening to it makes me feel that it is not easy.

Someone else asked: "What do you think of your mecha?"

"Can you ask some real questions?" Bai Li said helplessly, "What I think is awesome."

Several reporters smiled.

"Mr. Bai, now the outside world is arguing about whether a few people can participate in mecha battles," a reporter finally asked more directly, "May I ask what do you think of this issue?"

This question is very sharp for Bai Li, his partner is quite special.

"Not really," Bai Li said calmly, "Mechas are weapons. What's important is what the person holding the weapon wants to defend, not who the person holding the weapon is."

He answered without much thought, but the person who asked the question paused for a moment.

"Have you ever thought about failure?" someone asked.

Bai Li crossed his arms and thought for a while: "Failure is just one of the results."

"Whether success or failure, it's only a short-term result. The road ahead will continue, and success and failure will overlap," Bai Li said, "We may fail today, or tomorrow, but we will not look back on the road of exploration."

Everyone was speechless.

"Mr. Bai Li, I admire you very much. You must have suffered a lot of unfair treatment over the years, but you still made such a mecha." The big guy from the military academy who had been unable to get a word in finally found the opportunity to speak. "Some people say that you are flattering the masses, and some people say that you are trying to please a few people, but I personally don't think so. So I want to ask you, apart from the physical injuries, what was your original intention for making this mecha?"

The other older reporters turned around and looked at him twice. This student was quite bold.

The big guy himself didn't think there was anything wrong. He was still immersed in Bai Li's answers just now, and was eager to know what Bai Li's answer to this question would be.

Bai Li put his hands on his waist, frowned and thought for a moment.

In fact, he could not sort out a suitable answer. He thought a lot, but it was all messy. In all these years, he was just following his instincts and groping, with only a vague concept.

Without lofty ideals and clear goals, Bai Li himself did not know how far he could go.

He just never stopped.

After a while, he sighed and asked, "Do you have any... more junior hobbies?"

Several reporters were stunned and did not understand.

"You," Young Master Bai raised his chin and asked someone casually, "Besides your job, what do you like to do on a daily basis?"

"Does housework count," the beta reporter scratched his head, "I just like to clean up."

The others laughed. This man looked quite fierce, and no one expected him to have such a hobby.

"Okay," Bai Li also smiled and asked the next person, "What about you?"

"I collect "A Bug's Run" figures." A burly A said with a red face. "A Bug's Run" is a cartoon for children aged 6-12. "No laughing!"

He asked one by one, and when he asked the military academy students, he hesitated and didn't speak. Seeing that Bai Li was looking at him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sewing!"

He ignored the surprised looks of others, and said with a blushing face, "I originally wanted to learn sewing. I used to make little skirts for my sister's dolls, and made money from it..."

"That's good," Bai Li said, "you can continue to develop."

"No," the military academy student shook his head and smiled bitterly, "My father doesn't agree... This is not something an alpha should do. He said alpha should do big things."

Others whispered, some understood, some comforted, and some agreed.

"If I give you a chance to choose," Bai Li said, "you don't have to consider whether you should do it or not, and whether you can do it, will you choose sewing?"

The big guy pondered for a moment and nodded, "If there is a chance to choose, I will."

Bai Li looked at the student. He was older than Si Dong, but still very young in Bai Li's eyes.

Being young should mean more choices.

"My original intention of making mechas was very selfish," Bai Li did not ask any more questions. He fiddled with his personal terminal with one hand, and said slowly while thinking, "I want to return to the military and return to the battlefield. When I was most desperate, I hoped that I could have a choice, but I had no choice."

The reporters showed regretful expressions, Bai Li said: "So I decided to create a choice for myself."

"I can give myself a choice because I have the strength and foundation. But many people are still struggling. They do not have the ability to create such a choice." Bai Li spoke slowly, but no one interrupted him. Only the prompt light of the camera robot was on, recording everything. "I have struggled, and I also have friends, relatives, and lovers who are struggling around me. If I can have the opportunity to create such a choice for them, why don't I do it?"

No one responded.

Bai Li smiled and said, "There is little I can do. White01 has already consumed all my energy. I estimate that at the end of my life, the only choice I can make is this narrow road. It is difficult to walk. Even if there is a road, it is not smooth. It may not be a good choice, but I tried my best."

When the three words "I tried my best" came out, Bai Li suddenly felt more relaxed than ever before.

He tried his best, did not look back, and did not stop. What he needed was not to continue to be whipped, but to reconcile with himself.

"My mecha doesn't represent anything. It's the product of my willful behavior, the result of me dragging my team along with me," Bai Li said. "It's an explanation I give to myself. To be a little arrogant, this should be the best thing I can do for my friends, relatives and loved ones who want to take this path."

Bai Li's words include very few people, only these people in his life.

Sometimes people don't need a great starting point. You will gradually recognize your insignificance on the way forward, and then look directly at the huge and ruthless world, but still move forward.

This process of moving forward is often what many people really pursue.

Don't be too hard on yourself. When you take that step, you are already on the road.

Lu Zhao stood outside the door and closed his eyes. There was a huge wave surging in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound.

There really won't be another Bai Li in the world. He is the best.

There was a slight sound behind him. Lu Zhao turned his head. Mrs. Tang sprained her ankle and hurriedly held the wall with her hand. Her body was shaking slightly.

"I, I'm leaving first," Mrs. Tang whispered. "Please tell him that I think he is very, very powerful."

As she was about to leave, Lu Zhao said, "He will be out soon. You can talk to him yourself."

"No, no," Mrs. Tang waved her hand, "He is very happy."

Lu Zhao frowned and didn't quite understand: "Bai Li will be happy if you come to the scene."

Mrs. Tang took two steps out, turned around and smiled at Lu Zhao.

This smile had some indescribable meaning, which Lu Zhao couldn't understand.

"It's my own problem," Mrs. Tang said softly, "I am a scar in his life. Even if I recover, I cannot deny the harm I have caused. I don't know what identity or face I should use to stand here."

Bai Li's life has just reached a new peak, and Mrs. Tang is his old scar.

Lu Zhao was speechless.

"Also," Mrs. Tang hesitated, "I told you before that my partner and Kaiyuan's matter..."

"I will tell Bai Li." Lu Zhao said.

"Thank you," Mrs. Tang was grateful, "maybe I am too suspicious, but I don't know who to tell about this matter. The Tang family has always been against the Bai family... Please ask Mr. Bai to be more careful."

Lu Zhao nodded, and Mrs. Tang sprained her ankle and disappeared from sight with a slightly slow step.

The interview was short, and the remaining questions about the performance of the mecha were a bit trivial. The reporters didn't ask many questions before Bai Li dismissed them with a sentence "Go to the official website to check it yourself."

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that the focus of this interview was not the performance of the mecha, but the first few questions. The fact that Master Bai left without giving face did not make it too difficult for the reporters. Everyone was satisfied and put away their equipment, waiting for the next driver to come out of the competition.

Bai Li said goodbye to his assistant, and as soon as he went out, he saw Lu Zhao standing not far away.

His whole body felt as comfortable as if he had taken a bath, and it was still warm. Bai Li took two steps back, sprinted forward, and almost knocked Lu Zhao to the ground.

"That's all," Bai Li kissed Lu Zhao on the cheek, "You've said all the spit." Lu Zhao

turned his head and glanced at several reporters who were craning their necks to look over here.

"It's okay," Bai Li said, "Just look, it's legal!"

There were too many times in the past when he was accused of illegal hooliganism, and now Master Bai is very proud of being a licensed worker.

Lu Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only let Bai Li hang on his neck and move to the parking lot with his arm around his shoulder: "Does your leg hurt?"

"No, I've had a massage," Bai Li said, "You just said you had something to do, what was it?"

Lu Zhao paused: "Bai Ying is here."

They walked all the way to the parking lot and got on the suspension car. Only then did Bai Li get a general idea of ​​what was going on from Lu Zhao's dry description and sighed slightly.

Lu Zhao took a few glances. Bai Li's reaction was not what he expected. She didn't look very happy, but she didn't feel disgusted either.

"What are you looking at," Bai Li laughed, "Do you think I'm very calm?"

"Yeah." Lu Zhao drove the car and turned onto the elevated road.

"I didn't feel anything, a little numb, and a little surprised," Bai Li looked at the busy elevated road, "I didn't expect that she could see it quite clearly."

Lu Zhao didn't understand.

Bai Li's expression was indifferent: "No matter what happens in the future, between her and me, the most we can say is 'that's it'."

Bai Li knew very well that he did have some feelings for Bai Ying. But these feelings were not enough to cover up the damage that Bai Ying brought to the old man and him. When people make a choice, they have to bear the consequences. The current life is the consequence, the years that cannot be made up are the consequence, the guilt of a lifetime and the inability to get closer to family ties are also the consequences.

This kind of thing will never be entangled, but most of the relief in the end is because of two words - "forget it."

It's helpless, but there are many such messes in life. Bai Li couldn't be indifferent to Bai Ying, but he also hated the harm that Bai Ying brought to him and his grandfather.

Lu Zhao didn't say anything, but reached out and pinched Bai Li's shoulder.

"It's another thing she said," Bai Li sat up straight, "What does it mean, what did she say about Tang Kaiyuan's mental power?"

Mrs. Tang returned home before the rain. As soon as she changed her clothes and came to the door of the study, she heard Tang Xiao's voice.

"What do you mean by the end?" Tang Xiao asked angrily, "You mean my son is only capable of this?!"

"The human body has its limits. We can only try our best to maintain our current mental strength. It will be very dangerous to raise it further." The other voice was the researcher sent by Anlun's father some time ago, along with the instrument that had treated and raised Tang Kaiyuan's mental strength.

Tang Xiao wanted to say something else, but Tang Kaiyuan interrupted, "That's it for now. It's okay. I feel fine now."

"If you have a decline in sleep quality or difficulty concentrating, please tell us," the researcher was worried, "These are all signs that the mind is being affected."

The door opened from the inside, and the researcher walked out and greeted Mrs. Tang.

Mrs. Tang stepped aside to let him go, and when she looked up, she saw a hand slapping her in the face.

She had no time to react, and she staggered two steps and almost fell down.

"Where did you go? You didn't go to the party!" Tang Xiao's roar was deafening, "Where did you go fooling around behind my back! Behind your partner and your alpha's back?!" Tang

Kaiyuan, who was following behind him, was stunned by the slap. It took him several seconds to shout, "Father! How could you--" "

I didn't..." Mrs. Tang covered her face, lowered her head and bit her lip, "...not in front of the children..."

These words made Tang Xiao regain his sanity briefly. He turned his head stiffly and gave Tang Kaiyuan a distorted smile, "This is none of your business. I have something to say to your mother."

After that, he grabbed Mrs. Tang's arm and led her towards the bedroom.

"Wait!" Tang Kaiyuan rushed forward, "You can't be like this, like this..." "

Get lost!" Tang Xiao waved his hand away, "You want to rebel against your father too, right? Use your brain to think about who is pulling the strings and building the bridge for you! Without me, how can you get a relationship with Lin's!"

Tang Kaiyuan was nailed to the spot.

"And your damn mental power-enhancing machine, without me, where would you get the money to continue to find someone to develop it!" Tang Xiao was furious, "But what kind of crappy game did you play? You can't even beat that cripple from the Bai family! Get lost, get back to your room now and reflect on yourself!"

During this time, Tang Xiao became more and more irritable because of his headache and could not control his emotions. Tang Kaiyuan stood in the corridor, watching Mrs. Tang being dragged into the bedroom with cold hands and feet.

The door closed in front of him.

He walked back to his room in a daze. An Lun was eating dessert with her feet on the ground. Seeing his distraught look, she quickly put down her food and came over to ask about the situation.

"My father beat my mother," Tang Kaiyuan buried his head in An Lun's arms and said tremblingly, "right in front of me."

An Lun hadn't been intimate with Tang Kaiyuan for several days, and hurriedly rubbed Tang Kaiyuan's head: "It's nothing, just a couple of hits, we've seen a lot of such things over there. Oh, it takes two to tango, your mother must have done something to make your father unhappy."

"She didn't go to the ladies' party, I don't know where she went." Tang Kaiyuan said sullenly.

"You see, this is your mother's fault, O in our small place knows that you have to report to your partner before going out," An Lun patted him, and seeing that he was still sad, he had to say, "If you really feel sorry, we also have O who moved out to live with their children."

Tang Kaiyuan raised his head and looked at him.

"Why not pick up your mother to go out together?" An Lun said.

"But now I still have to, still have to..." Tang Kaiyuan paused, "I can't make my father unhappy."

An Lun smiled understandingly: "Then wait until you are capable. Let your mother bear it for a while, what's the matter, what's wrong with your mother suffering a little for her son."

In the past, Tang Kaiyuan couldn't stand An Lun's worldly spirit that was unique to small places, but today, he seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and slowly relaxed his body in this sentence .

Yes, Tang Kaiyuan thought, my mother is so good to me, she will understand me.

Once this idea came up, it quickly occupied his mind like a root. He pushed open the bedroom door during dinner.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, the residual pheromone smell made him frown. He found Mrs. Tang lying on the bed in the dim light, walked over and gently held her hand.

Mrs. Tang opened her eyes. Her neck hurt, as if her glands were bitten off. Her body also hurt, but her mind was clearer than ever.

"Mother," Tang Kaiyuan whispered, "I asked someone to make porridge and it will be served soon."

Mrs. Tang gently shook his hand as a reply.

"I didn't expect that father..." Tang Kaiyuan said with difficulty, "I had some problems in the competition this morning. Although I won, my mental strength was not stable. I was a little manic and almost got into trouble. Mr. Lin Sheng blamed me a few times, and my father was not very happy. He might be treating you like this..."

Mrs. Tang shook her head.

This weak reaction made Tang Kaiyuan feel sad. He cleared his throat and said, "Mother, I've made up my mind. When I'm stable, I'll move out. How about you living with me?"

Mrs. Tang's eyes gradually brightened. She trembled her lips and finally said, "Tomorrow."

She didn't want to stay here any longer.

"This..." Tang Kaiyuan's expression froze on his face. "No, can I wait a little longer?"

"Next week," Mrs. Tang said hoarsely, "How about next month, Kaiyuan?"

Tang Kaiyuan didn't answer.

In the long, suffocating silence, he loosened his grip on Mrs. Tang's hand a little.

"Mother, I can't make father unhappy right now. And if your affairs get out and cause a stir, someone will follow suit and investigate..." The matter of Gao's involvement with Lin Sheng, the first heir and the Tang family has left Tang Kaiyuan with a psychological shadow. He knows very well what impact this domestic violence scandal will have at this juncture.

He took a deep breath and begged, "Mother, just for my sake, can you bear it a little longer?"

Mrs. Tang looked at her son in the dim light, the light in her eyes extinguished little by little, and her heart also grew cold.

She slowly withdrew her hand and closed her eyes.

"You are very much like your father," Mrs. Tang's voice was very calm, "and I am not like my father."

Tang Kaiyuan didn't understand and stared at his mother in a daze.

"Maybe that's why," Mrs. Tang said after a long while, "You don't look like a member of the Bai family."