Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Mom, I—” Ye Yuwei started softly, wanting to say something.

“What Auntie Mao said was right. Both of you expect each other to know what the other did, but even parents and children don’t always know what is on the other’s mind. What made you think that Juexi would know all the things you have done for him? Did you tell him? Did you ask him what he needs?”

Every word Wen Jie said was like an arrow piercing through the heart.

She could not deny it; what Wen Jie said was the truth.

The marriage between her and Gu Juexi was being dealt with these truths.

“Weiwei, I don’t have much time left. Can’t the both of you give each other another chance?”

“Mom, it’s not like that,” Ye Yuwei rushed to explain, but realized that she could not argue. “Mom, I—”

“Mom is not putting the blame on you, but I am all that Juexi has. My heart aches for him. I don’t want him to lose you. I don’t feel at ease to leave him with others,” Wen Jie interrupted gently.

Ye Yuwei pursed her lips, unable to reply.

Too many things had happened. The marriage between them had reached the point of no return.

Wen Jie did not receive a reply but she already knew the answer.

“Alright, Mom has no other intention. Even if you both go your separate ways, you are still my daughter,” Wen Jie said lovingly, comforting Ye Yuwei.

Ye Yuwei raised her head in an attempt to hold back her tears, but they filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

“Mom, no matter what happens, I will always be your daughter.” Ye Yuwei said earnestly. Even if Gu Juexi did not make it back, she would take care of his mother.

Her chest tightened at the thought of Gu Juexi not coming back.

In a castle by the beach, a cat happily padded about a well-decorated room.

The door opened and a lady in white maidservant attire entered and walked toward a lady dressed in white, drawing next to the window.

“Mistress, a few guests are here,” the young Filipino maid said politely.

The lady paused, the paintbrush in her hand. The girl in the drawing had a bright red dress and the red paint on the brush made a stroke on the girl’s neck.

“Meow—” The cat suddenly yowled and jumped onto the lady’s lap.

The lady put down her paintbrush to stroke the cat’s fur gently, no expression on her face. “Alright, let them wait in the living room.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The maid bowed and retreated.

The lady was not just anybody. She was the head of the Bai family, Bai Ying.

Her snow white skin was comparable to that of a young girl’s. She was dressed in a white dress that accentuated her slim figure. She looked down at the cat in her arms.

“What is bound to happen will happen,” Bai Ying murmured in a mocking tone and turned to leave the bedroom.

The wind blew the painting to the floor. The portrait of Ye Yuwei had a bloody mark on her neck.