"Shuyun, am I a bad old lady?"
When Gu Lingling caught up, she saw Wang Shuyun and Old Mrs. Xu sitting in a part of the park, "But whenever I think of my Yibo, my heart just aches."
"Raising him from such a young age, dealing with his mess after mess," Old Mrs. Xu gestured as she spoke, "He said he wanted to join the army, and I said, 'Yibo, dear, your mother only has you as her son. If anything happens to you, our Old Xu Family would have no continuation.'"
"He insisted, saying a real man must be a soldier, and that his lifelong dream was to wear the military uniform. I refused, and he started to make a fuss, neither eating nor drinking. In the end, his sister came up with a compromise."
"An arts soldier, no danger."
"But who could've thought he'd lose his life even as an arts soldier."
Old Mrs. Xu said, crying.
Wang Shuyun silently kept her head down, and Gu Lingling couldn't see her expression.
