Sometimes, the truth is the cruelest of all.
"I've had that suspicion too," Bo Jingcheng nodded slightly.
The man's admiring gaze lingered on her, as if he found her to be more intelligent and rational than he had imagined.
"When my mother set out to develop that gold mine, she was targeted near the mine, leading to her tragic death in the woods, conscious until the end," Bo Jingcheng said softly.
Upon mentioning his mother's death, Bo Jingcheng's hands were almost trembling.
It's unimaginable, a living person, paralyzed by drugs and watching helplessly as someone dissected her body.
"Bo Jingcheng." Ji Shunuan heard his words, reached out, and gently tugged at his sleeve, wanting to comfort him but not knowing where to begin.
Bo Jingcheng turned to look at the dark night outside, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, before gradually coming back to reality after a long while.
