"But for some reason, my body grew weaker day by day."
As she spoke, she paused, as if lost in a memory.
"By the time I was about to give birth to you, I was skin and bones. I had a premonition that my time was running out.
I wanted you to live. I wanted to see you grow up.
In the end, your father found a Spirit Stone and went to your aunt's husband to save you. As I was dying, they took a sliver of my soul and placed it in this box.
They stored me away with my daughter's dowry.
So that I could see you just once."
As she finished, Yang Wushuang's expression was one of determination, free of regret.
She didn't regret enduring the excruciating pain to have a piece of her soul extracted, nor did she regret marrying her father and giving birth to her.
Gazing at the soul before her, Su Ye finally felt a flicker of some other emotion.
But as Su Ye listened to her story,
'My aunt's husband?'
Seeing that Su Ye truly knew nothing, Yang Wushuang sighed in resignation.
