"There's nothing that can't be discussed with others… Can I ask you something?" Nangong Xu took a deep breath, bearing the pain, and spoke softly.
"Your mother? I've never heard you mention your mother before."
Feeling his body suddenly tighten up considerably, Baili Xia pretended not to notice and continued to scrape the dead skin.
They say when the heart aches too much, the body doesn't feel as much pain.
Mentioning his mother clearly caused Nangong Xu great distress. Could this be used to divert his pain?
"Mother…" Nangong Xu closed his eyes, seemingly truly reluctant to talk about the past in front of others.
But Baili Xia wasn't just anyone, at least not to him.
He'd said he wouldn't refuse her requests.
Taking another deep breath, he finally murmured, "Mother was a mistress my father had outside, someone who could not be included in the family registry, a person who couldn't be seen in public. There's nothing good to say about her."