How old was he then? Maybe three or four.
Although he was old enough to remember things, he was unable to do anything in the situation back then.
He could only watch his father's body be sent flying like a kite. He could only watch his mother spit out blood as she looked at the woman driving the car. "Han Qingwan? Han Qingwan, why did you do that?"
Yes, it was Han Qingwan, who was also known as Madam Lu.
His mother had held him in her arms, still whispering that name. Han Qingwan. Han Qingwan.
Hence, Feng Ze had never forgotten that name, Han Qingwan.
The moment he closed his eyes, he would see blood, and it blocked his vision. It was as if his eyes were already soaked in blood.
He did not mention this matter to anyone, not even Feng Feifei.
However, the sight of blood lingered in his mind forever.