When Su Jiang hurried to the scene upon hearing the news, Han Liying had already stabilized emotionally.
She felt as if worlds had passed, gazing vacantly at the people coming and going around her.
Su Jiang touched her forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Not good," Han Liying murmured. "Before she died, she said our daughter was still alive but refused to tell me where she is now."
"Su Jiang, do you know too?"
Su Jiang looked at the white cloth covering Old Madam Su and nodded silently.
"Where is she? Is she doing well?"
"She is Fu Bing."
"What?" Han Liying was shocked.
"This… Why would it be her?"
Su Jiang gently wiped away her tears, his voice hoarse. "Apart from you and Su Junling, all the other children know. But, Liying, this matter is not easy to resolve."
"If our daughter were someone else, we could bring her back regardless of the consequences."
"She is Fu Bing. What we need to do is not just clear the path ahead of her without considering the consequences."
