"Tang Qian, isn't it time now to settle our affairs?"
Compared to everything else, shouldn't the matters between them be the most apparent?
Her child, her beloved man, if not for him they wouldn't have been separated by life and death!
If it were not for the strength of her child's life, and Qichuan's upbringing of their daughter from a young age, she wouldn't have been able to see them again in her lifetime, she would never fully recover, even in death.
Once Gong Muxue knew everything, the hatred for Tang Qian in her heart could no longer be contained.
Her eyes became icy, the depths of her gaze even harboring murderous intent.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Tang Qian kept stubbornly denying, looking at Gong Muxue with a worried expression, "Xuexue, what's wrong? Are you still not recovered? Why are you still in such a haze? I'm your husband, not your enemy."