Madam Yuan suddenly blurted out such a sentence, leaving Shu Jiao completely stunned.
Madam Yuan seemed to have prepared herself to lay all her cards on the table. She did not stop there but continued, "Xiaojiao, I won't beat around the bush anymore. Do you remember the person I took you to meet last time?"
"I've known him for decades. There are some things I originally didn't intend to speak of, but now..." Madam Yuan paused here, her voice becoming hoarse and choked.
Winter is very cold, and these past few days have seen a continuous drizzle, the outside shrouded in a misty fog like a cloak. Accompanied by Madam Yuan's aged voice, it felt like a memoir slowly unfolding in front of Shu Jiao.
In her early years, Madam Yuan had a daughter after having four sons. Like the Ruan Family, getting a baby girl was dearly cherished by everyone in the family.
