Shen Songshan and Shen Qilin looked at the heart-wrenchingly sorrowful Shen Wanqiu; their moods were hardly any better than hers.
Shen Songshan, looking as if he were half-dead, sighed. "Ten years ago, Ye Xiu was unjustly accused and had nowhere to turn. He had money, but no one would sell him food or water. He was treated like a street rat, beaten, cursed, and spat on, all while being hunted down. His own mother and maternal grandparents were killed in a hit-and-run, yet he didn't even dare claim their bodies. Ultimately, he was forced to flee overseas. Before, I could never truly put myself in his shoes to understand what he felt back then, but now, I feel it clearly."
