Leng Youchen's pupils constricted sharply, and his heart pounded fiercely, not that he hadn't heard those four words before, but each time they struck him differently.
Her voice was laced with utter helplessness and sadness, which made his heart ache with a tight grip.
He reached out, wanting to embrace her in his arms, but as his fingertips almost touched her shoulder, he slowly retracted his hand.
He closed his eyes and said softly, "Madame, I don't know if you have read Sherlock Holmes, but when a person cannot trust what their eyes see, then they must exclude all impossible conclusions. Whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the incontrovertible truth."
"And I, I am searching for that truth. If you are hurt in the process, I am deeply sorry, but I will not stop."
Wei Anning found herself at a loss for words.
