“...Aunty?”

The woman turned towards the source of the voice. Her penetrating gaze held no change in expression.

Nan Qi wasn’t sure if she recognized him. He wasn’t even sure if she could see him.

But, he recognized her.

This woman who’d been so tortured by her mental illness was his own Aunty and Yan Jin’s mother. She was Du Yirou.

The treasured daughter of the Du family should have lived her life happily. But, in this justiceless world, she ...