Zheng Haoyu wanted to march upstairs and confront her, yet he just gently closed the knife, tucking it into his pocket, and stood up. He looked deeply towards the upstairs and instructed the maid, "Take good care of the lady. Don't slack off."
The maid looked at him puzzled and said, "Young Master...".
Zheng Haoyu's mind was in complete turmoil; after finishing his instructions, he turned around and left regardless of any questions.
With the knife clutched in his hands, he walked out, barely noticing where he was going. He went on foot, his mind filled with memories of times spent together with Su Nian, those loving days; how did it come to this moment?
Su Nian was having a nightmare; the dream was filled with blood, her own, her two sons, Zheng Haoyu was telling the nurse, "Take it, however much you need, it's fine."