Not a word of resentment or blame filled the pages.
Instead, it was as if an old friend had sent sincere blessings before drifting away.
Song Hong was nearly driven mad. Qi Huan was but a weak woman who had never left the house alone before, let alone while pregnant. Once she left the house, once she left the Capital City, she wouldn't even know which direction to take. How could she possibly seek out her family?
Not to mention that the Qi Family had been exiled thousands of miles away. She was a defenseless beauty, and outside the door, she would be like a lamb to the slaughter.
Song Hong had all his men go out to search for her, yet he himself sat trembling in Qi Huan's room, feeling as cold as the weather outside.
He dared not think what would happen if Qi Huan met with some misfortune outside.
