"Why? How did it happen?" In a low voice, Li Xinyuan simply echoed the questions asked to him by Hu Lijing as he hugged his knees tighter and raised his head, facing heavenward as his lips fell open ever so slightly, a quiet sigh escaping them. "I asked myself that question too."
Hu Lijing remained silent, letting the surgeon continue.
"You know what conclusion I came to?" Li Xinyuan asked in a blank tone, casting a flat look towards Hu Lijing.
"What conclusion?" Hu Lijing asked cooperatively.
"It was my fault." Li Xinyuan chuckled, a lone tear falling down his cheek. "Yes, ultimately it had been my fault that he lost his life."
…
Real world.
A decade before that day Li Xinyuan died to the kidnapping.
It was a normal day. Or at least as normal as it could be for a teenage prodigious boy who was about to graduate from the best University of the country.
