"Mrs. Yu, do you know him?" Shen Xi was puzzled by the meaning behind Mrs. Yu's words, but she sensed the latter's turmoil of suffering, regret, anger, despair, as well as relief and lowly joy from finding out the truth.
With reluctance, Yu Qiubai's mother slowly turned her gaze to him, gesturing him to leave. After Yu Qiubai closed the door, she looked at Shen Xi in imploration. "I don't bear the hope to meet him, but can you tell him I'm sorry?"
It was good enough for her that he was alive and well.
"Mrs. Yu, I want to know what happened to him in the past. Can you tell me?" Shen Xi's mind harked back to the first time she met him. The boy in tattered clothes amidst the snow had such wary and savage eyes like a wolf.
