'Actually, this isn't a big deal at all.'
Feng Moxi wasn't the body's original owner. She had a good impression of Su Qingyun and didn't mind her becoming her stepmother. Besides, Old Man Ouyang was all alone.
It would be great for the cold one and the warm one to get together. Besides, there were no past grievances that couldn't be resolved.
She continued to press herself against the tree bark, carefully eavesdropping on this big, juicy secret.
"I don't like you!" Ouyang Qingcheng declared, then decisively turned and walked away, his steps never faltering for even a second.
'...' 'What is wrong with that Old Man Ouyang?'
Su Qingyun collapsed to the ground, covered her face, and began to sob quietly. More than a decade had passed. All her bitter suffering was for naught, her love unrequited. How truly innocent she was.
The gloomy sky, the oppressive, dark atmosphere, the quiet sobs.
In this vast garden, the scene somehow felt a little eerie and terrifying.
