, preventing her from speaking, only a muffled, hoarse, and indistinct whimper escaping her throat."Mom!"Fu Yan ran over, her hands trembling as she untied Song Qing˪. She cried out of concern. Song Q...o say something, but her throat was tight, a sharp, sour feeling preventing her from speaking.After a moment, she took a deep breath and said slowly, "I never possessed him. He always had you in his h...