Yunru's hands trembled as he read the file. His eyes were glued to the report, and the more he read it, the more he felt his breath unable to escape his chest.
It wasn't explicitly mentioned; nevertheless, he figured it out. He put two and two together and could faintly see the completed picture. It was still blurred, and he felt that he was still missing something. For two whole minutes, he imagined the entire situation and pieced the sequence of events together. He thought that he had figured out most of it.
But if what he thought was true, then it meant that the reality was far ugly than anyone could have imagined. His gaze got misty, and he shut his eyes in despair.
"Yunru?" He heard Zizi's worried voice calling him, and he snapped out of his daze. He put the file back in its place and stepped out.
Zizi eyed him as if asking if he found the original report to which Yunru couldn't give a straight answer.
