"Lin Xian, I don't blame you."
Upon hearing this phrase,
Lin Xian couldn't help but clench his teeth tightly.
His heart twisted in pain.
Chu Shanhe, as expected, had spoken the words that he found most unbearable.
Even if he had been hit or scolded, it would have been easier to bear than hearing these words.
"The day after An Qing's accident, a woman named Huang Que came with leaders from the National Aerospace Department."
Chu Shanhe looked at Lin Xian, his voice somewhat hoarse,
"That woman bringing the aerospace leaders seemed only to add credibility to her words. She called me into the tea room, just the two of us, and told me about what had happened to An Qing, and... how you jumped from the plane and saved An Qing."
"She said a lot of things I didn't understand, but in the end, I knew what the outcome was... My daughter disappeared, just like that. You had grabbed her hand in mid-air and descended together, yet An Qing vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind."
