"Back then, I was too young to have any concept of death. Slowly, belatedly, I realized that I awoke that night in her pool of blood, and I became fearful, plagued by nightmares."
Song Yi looked at him, his face devoid of emotion, his eyes calm, his tone also calm.
Her lips moved, as if wanting to say something.
Tang Si did not give her the chance to speak, continuing, "I thought he would take care of me, be good to me, but in reality, he wasn't even willing for me to carry his surname, so I took my mother's surname, Tang."
"I felt it didn't matter, perhaps I wasn't born to be a beloved child, I just wanted to live, to grow up calmly, there must be a reason for my existence in this world."
"He was never kind to me. When I was four, a year after my mother passed, he married a new wife and brought Wen Mu. Wen Mu was only two years younger than I was, and when I was two, he had already fathered another son with another woman, just keeping it well concealed."
