The night was deep, neon lights were just starting to flicker, and not far away, blasting music was mixed with the laughter and excited screams of young men and women.
Only this secluded corner of the courtyard remained especially silent, so quiet that only Shen Yanhe and Shen Zhong's breathing could be heard.
After a long time, Shen Yanhe slowly turned around, her gaze fixed tightly on Shen Zhong, her hand by her side clenched into a fist, her voice rough with a touch of hoarseness, "Where have you been all these years? Why did you disappear back then?"
"Where were you when Mom had her accident?"
"Where were you when Shen Huai was critically ill?"
Shen Zhong remained silent.
Shen Yanhe couldn't stand his silence, not uttering a single word, so she quickly stepped forward, grabbed his collar with one hand, and pulled him in front of her, her eyes slightly red.
Through gritted teeth, she demanded, "Answer me!"
