Chenxiang listened quietly to his father's tale, slowly sketching out an image of his mother in his mind. A joyful smile couldn't help but appear on his face; his mother was as gentle and kind as he had imagined.
It turned out that the maternal love he had received was no less than anyone else's. Suddenly, a great weight seemed to lift from his heart; at that moment, Chenxiang felt an all-encompassing clarity throughout his body.
"What happened after that? Why was Mother suppressed under Mount Hua?"