"Yang Yang, you have kept me in the dark for so long!" There was a faint trace of blame in Chu Feiling's voice, but he sounded more as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his chest. "Fortunately, I finally realized and finally hurried here, my child. You… you have to be strong!"
Chu Yang stared at him blankly and muttered as if he was in a dream, "What?"
The beautiful middle-aged lady began to sob, and she sniffled as her eyes were fixated upon Chu Yang. Her eyes were full of guilt and heartache as she said, "My child, my child – you have suffered."
"You… who are you?" Chu Yang had an inkling in his heart, but he didn't dare to believe that.