Bo Jingcheng stood by her side, shoulder to shoulder with her. Their silhouettes, shrouded by the light, cast long, intertwining shadows on the ground.
Ji Shunuan lowered her gaze to look at their combined shadows, then after a while, raised her eyes to meet his.
"This is just my guess, but I'm almost certain of it!"
"So my mother's death, even if the information about her death was torn in half before, I can be sure there was something wrong with my mother's death—it absolutely couldn't have been from complications during childbirth."
"And it's also not possible that she starved nearly to death before being saved by the charity of a bowl of rice from Old Master Gu."
"With such powerful resources behind her, not to mention her nearing starvation, even if she were close to dying, I believe those behind-the-scenes bosses would find a way to save her."
