In the darkness of the night.
Zhou Xiaolong walked dejectedly along the village path outside the city, like a living corpse, his whole essence seemingly drained.
Earlier, he hid in a bush, and after nearly half an hour of visual torment, witnessing the couple beneath the tree constantly change into various perverted positions, he could no longer bear to watch and decided to leave.
"Why..."
"Han Xinyue, why are you so shameless?"
"That's the person who made your son disabled!"
"What kind of poison did he give you that makes you willing to be a dog..."
Thinking about his mother, who had loved him dearly since childhood, being taken away like that, Zhou Xiaolong felt as if his heart was bleeding.
"Han Xinyue, I hate you!"
"..."
Under the moonlight, his silhouette grew farther away until it vanished.
Meanwhile, Han Xinyue, unaware of her son's suffering, continued to indulge beneath Sun Zhe, shedding all pretense and shouting wantonly.
