Xia Jing had finished speaking to Zhang Zhentian and walked straight toward the front door. She didn't want to stay here any longer, as Xia Jing felt that standing there would only add to her sorrow, making her soul even more pained. She was already reluctant to leave, and though she had lived here for just a little over a year, to her, it was the happiest time of her life. But it was she who had buried her own happiness, she who had abandoned her own son. How could she possibly come back here, and what face did she have to return?