At this point, Zhu Qingjia stopped speaking and carefully observed Wen Sheng's expression.
Just as she had guessed, Wen Sheng's eyes could not hide the shock and sorrow within.
Wen Tingshu was a forbidden zone for Wen Sheng. No matter how much time had passed, no matter how hard she tried to forget the past, she still hadn't moved past that pain.
From the beginning to the end, Wen Tingshu's death was just an accident.
But Wen Sheng had always felt guilty, believing that it was her own wilful refusal to go home that had indirectly led to the accident.
The Vacheron Constantin antique watch had also taken Wen Sheng a long time to retrieve, all so she could uncover its secret and fulfill Wen Tingshu's last wish.
"Jiajia, do you already know everything?" Wen Sheng grabbed Zhu Qingjia's hand, her voice involuntarily changing. She was eager to know all about Wen Tingshu, and due to her nervousness, a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead.
