Rui Kong lowered her head. She couldn't answer.
Mu Jin smiled bitterly before turning toward Mu Ning again.
"Mu Ning. If one day... If I ever choose my child over myself... Please... Don't hate that child. Otherwise... You'd become no different from the Mu Family."
Mu Ning nodded without hesitation.
"I never would."
She answered calmly,
"That child would carry your blood. He would be the last gift you left behind. I'd spoil him. I'd protect him. I'd raise him like a little king. Because... He would be the last precious treasure related to my sister."
The moment those words fell... Rui Kong's pupils trembled violently.
Last... precious treasure... Wasn't Rui Fan exactly that?
He was the final trace her sister had left behind. She slowly looked toward the little boy.
He was standing there quietly. His small body was trembling ever so slightly.
Remorse flooded Rui Kong's heart.
'What had I done...?'
She had allowed years of hatred and grief to poison her heart.
