But she was the mother who gave birth to him and raised him; he could not simply disregard her.
Han Zhijin's lips moved slightly as he repeated the palest three words once again, "I'm sorry."
"Uncle, I'm really very sorry..."
Another tear rolled down the corner of Han Zhijin's eye.
Looking at the teardrop that fell to the floor beside his feet, Han Jingnian stayed silent for a long time before he spoke, "Do you know why I am angry? Do you think I am angry because of what your mother did last night? Do you think I am angry because your mother went to her and confessed everything?"
"No, Zhijin, I am angry with myself, I blame myself, why was I born into the Han Family... Your mother was only thinking of protecting you, she was only thinking of having me stand in front of you, but does your mother know that over these years, it wasn't just me standing in front of you, but her too..."
