Madam Zhou was helped back to her own room, and it wasn't until she sat down that she felt her body was limp, as if all her strength had been drained away. She couldn't help but prop herself up with one hand on the table, her eyes hollow.
She had thought that by leaving Wozi Village, and since she hadn't informed anyone of their mother-daughter whereabouts, there would no longer be any association with it.
Yet she hadn't anticipated that, as if it was predestined, she would not be in the county, but at this estate they had just purchased. A heavy rain had unexpectedly linked them together once more.
Was this what they called a blood tie? Or was it a cursed connection?
Madam Zhou recalled that helpless moment, closed her eyes, and her hands began to tremble slightly.
The ferocious face of Zhou Dajun emerged before her eyes, as did Zhou Xuennian's heartless and cold gaze. These were not the faces of kin; to call them enemies would be more fitting.
