Such feelings in his heart had become somewhat inexplicable.
Apart from his parents, his own flesh and blood, there was no way anyone else could invoke that feeling in him.
It filled Yang Xiao's mind with a thick fog of suspicion, and the situation caused by the white cat seemed shrouded in mystery at every turn.
His eyes, glancing at the two sets of white bones, couldn't help but narrow into slits.
Upon his careful scrutiny, he had gleaned much useful information.
Those two sets of bones belonged to a man and a woman, who appeared to have been in their twenties at the time of death, having died roughly over twenty years ago.
All this information seemed to support an idea that he thought was completely impossible.
He shook his head repeatedly, denying the thought that had arisen in his mind, telling himself that all of this was merely a coincidence.
