She immediately regretted asking that question. After all, this was someone else's family business. She was neither kin nor friend and it was indeed impolite, to inquire casually about such things.
Contrarily, before Lu Weixi could apologize, Zhao Zihuan responded with a "hmm," his gaze fixed in the distance. "My parents are indeed no more."
Just as Lu Weixi was about to offer her condolences, Zhao Zihuan's gaze suddenly became sharp. From behind his gold-rimmed glasses, a fiercely sharp aura rebounded as he declared fiercely, "They were murdered."
"..." Not knowing how to comfort Zhao Zihuan, Lu Weixi could only follow his narrative: "Did they catch the killer?"
Zhao Zihuan didn't answer. Instead, he slightly closed his eyes. When he reopened them, all his emotions had been compressed. He lightly shook his head: "It's alright. It's all in the past."
