The instant Wang Reiji had recognized the folder, she felt like a strong impact had knocked every molecule of air from her lungs as she stood in front of him, stunned, unable to speak.
She knew she had to talk to Wang Yuvin about the Pínqiông Village fire sooner or later. But this was just too soon. Moreover, she had no plans of involving Wang Yuvin in her pursuit of the past. He had grieved too many times after his parents' death. Let that be enough, let her shoulder all his burden instead. For if she allowed him to be involved, it was just like opening his old wounds and making him remember every painful memory.
"You don't have to be that worried about me. I didn't survive dangerous missions just to run away in the end." Wang Yuvin smiled bitterly as his grip on the folder tightened.
