When Zuo Xingyun mentioned his grandmother, who had died alone and forlorn, the mournful tone in his voice became a haunting curse that lingered in Xiang Wan's mind.
If Zuo Xingyun hadn't been in prison at the time, his grandmother wouldn't have been so alone and helpless, left uncared for until her decomposed body was discovered…
If what Lin Zhen had said was true, she didn't know whether she should still hate or how to hate…
The scorching sun shone down on her from all directions, but she couldn't feel a hint of warmth, only a bone-chilling cold.
She couldn't hear the noisy sounds around her as she aimlessly wandered down the road in a daze.
She didn't notice a car parked at the side of the road until Achen blocked her path, that was when she finally snapped back to reality.
Achen's mouth moved, speaking something she couldn't hear, all very vague, until Achen forcefully pulled her into the car.
