Lady Wu looked up at Jiang Youzhi standing in front of her, suddenly stood up and embraced him, then rested her forehead against his shoulder, bursting into a sob-like cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's all my fault for losing you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my son..."
Listening to these words, Jiang Youzhi's eyes unknowingly grew moist.
He slowly reached out his hand and gently patted Lady Wu's back.
Lady Wu began to cry even more uncontrollably, clutching Jiang Youzhi tightly as if she was using all her strength.
Jiang Youzhi didn't know how to comfort her, at the moment, he didn't feel any sense of reality.
Though holding Lady Wu did make him feel a blood connection, he couldn't call her "mother" at this moment.
Prince Kang's eyes were also a bit moist beside them.
Anyone witnessing such a scene would be somewhat moved.
