Fang Yue was drenched in cold sweat. He leaned forward, sat up straight, and grasped Yun Qi's small hand. "Little one, can you help Uncle?"
"Of course I can help, but Uncle has to be honest," Yun Qi withdrew his hand, "A year ago, was it your mother who killed your wife?"
The atmosphere was silent for a moment. Fang Yue clearly didn't want to bring up the topic, but under Yun Qi's intense gaze, he finally sighed, "Yes, it was all my fault for not stopping them in time. I thought they were just having a verbal spat, but I didn't expect... That day I just got off work and saw them arguing. I was very tired and just said a few words carelessly, not expecting my mom to turn around and grab a knife to... Ah! I'm ashamed and regretful, I'm a useless man!"
He pulled his hair, pounding his head vigorously, looking extremely distressed.
Yun Qiuhong sighed. Although he felt angry at Fang Yue, the matter had already happened, and it was clear that Fang Yue lived in pain too.
