"Isn’t it true? I have been frail since childhood, constantly beset by illnesses, both minor and major. If it weren’t for the expenses my care incurred, you wouldn’t have had to travel so far, let alone take such risks. Later... Shujun also, it was because of me. He was extremely proud and had real talent, but because of me, he abandoned his dignity and sold himself to become an actor?" "After she came into our home, do you realize what happened when she caused you to lose your hand, caused Yixuan to lose his leg, nearly had Yue Ning burned to death in a great fire, and left Haoming with burns all over his body in his attempt to save Yue Ning? She even had her face ruined by that fire... Do you know how I felt then?" Shu Yu smiled gently, his eyes softly glancing at the ancient zither placed on the cabinet. "Before our father passed away, I fell ill again. Our mother, frustrated by our father’s pestering, called a ’Doctor’ to treat me, but afterwards, she didn’t know whose hands to use to buy a poisonous plant. That night, she held the poison and told me if my condition persisted without improvement, it would be better for me to end my life and not burden others." "I may have been young, but I still remember. Later, when I fell ill again, my mother ground up the poison into powder and sprinkled some into my Soup Medicine. Even though I saw what she did, I didn’t make a sound. But you, big brother, you discovered it and snatched the Soup Medicine away, and later you told our father. Mother cold-shouldered father over this, and they remained estranged until he died." Shu Yu thought that his nature must have twisted when he discovered his own mother wanted to poison him to death. "It was also on that day, big brother, when you told me that as long as a person is alive, there’s hope, which is why you wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt me, nor would you permit me to hurt myself. Yet, you knew the extreme misery my existence brought to our family; how cruel was it to insist I keep living?" "But I have never blamed anyone. If I died, I would only cause you grief, and if I lived, no matter how bitter or difficult life was, it’s like you said, life has hope. It’s just that this hope was not mine, but yours." Shu Yu’s lips twitched slightly, "The poison from that year had a distinct aroma, even when ground into powder, a scent that lingered. Mother only used some, leaving half of it, which I hid away. That was the exit I prepared for myself. I also thought about using it on that woman, but the laws of Dayuan made me hesitate, fearing that if I poison her to death, it could harm you all..." At that moment, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the house. It must be Baobao and my fourth brother returning. Shu Yu slowly adjusted his sleeves. "I can see your intentions, but if there were a way, I would not want to live with that person, nor would I wish to honor such a person as a wife, even preferring to lose my own life rather than being saved by her." "And my worries, my thoughts, my feelings, big brother... can you truly understand?" Liang Zhichen watched as Shu Yu pushed the door open to leave, remaining silent, not uttering a single word. He looked at the Blood letter, thinking that if Shu Yu knew the content within, he would be touched. Who knew he would say those words... Liang Zhichen sighed softly. As long as one is alive, there is hope for the future. The one with the deepest resentment was Shu Yu! He always believed that everything was his fault, that it was because of him that his brothers endured such atrocities. His hatred alone equaled the sum of the other five.