Gu Qi Chen had been a prodigy from a young age, and before her, he had been warm and caring, like Gao Wenbin's attempt to make amends for himself.
Compared to Gu Qi Chen, though, Gu Zhaohan had seemed to be wearing a layer of ice-cold armor since he was a child.
He was silent and reserved, his demeanor as cold as frost, and no one could fathom the thoughts within his heart.
It wasn't that she didn't want to get close; it was that he had never opened up to anyone.
Xia Yangyang might have been an exception.
But that too was the beginning of a tragedy.
The way things had unfolded up to today, she was actually the one who was the most heartbroken.
Just yesterday, she was running around for Gu Qi Chen's murder charge, and today Gu Zhaohan had been arrested for investigation.
The two of them were her children, flesh and blood of her own.
