"My son, my poor son, what happened to you? How could you have gone mad again?!"
Visibly frail, Master Liu gazed at Liu Chuanzhi, who was bound head-to-toe before him. Disheveled and caked in a mixture of dirt and mud, his son was a wretched sight.
Right now, his precious son's eyes were dull and lifeless.
He muttered ceaselessly. If one listened closely, they could hear him saying, "Impossible… impossible…"
It was clear his son, Liu Chuanzhi, had gone mad again.
"Father-in-law, my husband… I heard from the men who brought him back… they said he went mad because of that Fang Yue…"
The beautiful young woman at his side—Chen Ru, the wife Liu Chuanzhi had only recently married—had a face full of worry. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Between sobs, Chen Ru told Master Liu what she knew.
