As he touched the cigarette case, the man's narrow, dark eyes swept the lifeless environment around him and he abandoned the thought of smoking.
Fortunately, Mother Yan choked up as she ended her sobbing, her face filled with remorse, "Mr. Li, in your eyes, I must be a terrible mother."
Li Yuntang knew Mother Yan did not need him to speak; he played the role of a calm and detached listener well.
Over the years, Mother Yan had kept such a big secret buried deep within her heart.
Now, as death approached, it was also time to lay everything out.
"You don't need to tell me, I have wronged Xiaye, but what could I do?" Mother Yan muttered absentmindedly to herself, speaking her thoughts as they came, "On one hand is my own daughter, on the other is Xiaye… Shuirou has always been sick, how else could I choose?"