C192 Hate Was Born out of Love

"Mother, where's Xiaoman?" Zhao Lin stretched his sore legs, feeling some relief, but he couldn't see Xiaoman anywhere and began to worry. "Huh, wasn't she always by your side? Why isn't she with you?" the woman asked in return. "No, I sent her back to rest yesterday. Maybe she overslept?" Zhao Lin quickly left the altar and ran toward Xiaoman's room.

Upon opening the door, the bed was empty