But the carriage moved further and further away from his sight, eventually disappearing completely.
His mother didn't even stop to take a look at him.
This had always been a hidden pain in Ouyang Chengze's heart. Even after many years, sometimes in his dreams, he still saw himself running on that long street, surrounded by cold winds, almost slicing him into countless fragments!
The Mother and the young servant who were supposed to watch him that day failed in their duties, and the old lady sold them off that night, then returned to her ancestral home to find someone new to serve him.
The people around Ouyang Chengze now didn't know about those past events.
The little drumhead was still bumping into the muzzle of the gun at this moment.
"Young Master, the slave saw the post, your mother's birthday is in ten days. Should we prepare some gifts? It's a good time to show your filial piety!"
