Who is it? Who on earth did this?!
Many figures flickered in Wen Xiangyang's mind: was it Wen Ya, or Leng Xing, Zhao Xi'er, or perhaps the mysteriously deceased Zhang Ziyue? Or could it be... Mo Lao Si?
Wen Xiangyang's head began to ache again, but Yuyan was right, she couldn't let her body collapse before she had avenged her child.
And there was... Mu Lingqian...
That man, the man who said nothing, what did he know? Why was he cold and warm to her by turns, seeing other women when he was with her?
That man, why was it that he could forsake his life for her, yet was unwilling to even say he loved her?
Wen Xiangyang knew she had to be strong.
At this moment, her guilt served as her armor; those she owed, she would repay by braving all difficulties; those who owed her, she would seek justice even if it cost her own life!
"Yuyan, help me up." Right now, Wen Xiangyang couldn't stand up on her own strength.