"Heh," Xu Chaomu sneered.
"I heard she got married. I looked for her once, it was still a man's ego, I just wanted to ask, 'You chose a countryman over me, Bai Xuan?'" Bai Xuan said, "I, Bai Xuan, would give up everything for you, ask for nothing in return, do you hate me that much?"
Bai Xuan became more and more agitated, and looking back after many years, it all seemed like a dream.
It wasn't hatred; it was too much love.
Xu Chaomu was also choked up, unable to speak.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into a still silence.
After a long while, Bai Xuan sighed.
"Later on, I stopped looking for her, and, of course, I couldn't find her," Bai Xuan said. "Until ten years later, I heard that your mother had an accident, and Aran adopted you back."
"Yes, there was an accident, a gas explosion, a fire that burned down my house," Xu Chaomu said with a grief-stricken expression.
