At that moment, his heart violently stirred together, the pain making his breathing uncomfortable.
Xiao Qingfeng was the nickname Lady Yu lovingly called him.
Only he and Lady Yu knew about it.
He was gasping for air, his chest heaving violently. Lady Yu, Lady Yu, was she waiting for him on Yellow Spring Road?
He stared fiercely at Gu Kun, unable even to speak.
But Gu Kun still kept his head lowered, seemingly oblivious to Gu Qingfeng's agitation.
He continued, "…My mother said the person she hated the most was you, for if not for you, how could she possibly have been taken by those bandits to the mountains and tormented, and I forgot to tell you, she later gave birth to a younger brother, but who knows which one of those bandits was his father…"
Gu Qingfeng's complexion instantly turned a ghastly pale, his heart felt as if pierced by tens of thousands of steel needles, and it seemed he could only exhale without inhaling anymore.
Gu Kun still continued, his head lowered.