"She was gloomy and joyless all day long, and later fell ill, but she wouldn't see a doctor or take medicine,"
Ye Yuan's face turned pale, his heart twisting in pain.
How could she be so foolish?
Clutching at his chest, his body began to curl up, a vein in his temple throbbing, his breathing growing rapid.
Noticing something was wrong, Ye Jiuliang reached out and touched his arm, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"Ajiu, it's my fault your mother died, it's all my fault," Ye Yuan closed his eyes, his voice tinged with restrained grief.
He had thought that after that mission, he could live a good life with her, that their family could live happily together, but things had gone wrong along the way.
"I thought my indifference was protecting her, but I was wrong, it was I who drove her to her death, it's all my fault."
Ye Jiuliang listened, lost in confusion, and seeing his reddened eyes, she couldn't help but begin to question what she had witnessed as a child.
