Perhaps intimidated by the resolute gleam in Bai Jia'an's eyes, Sun Miaoman remained silent for a long while. Her lips moved as if to speak, but no sound emerged, and all she could do was nod, acknowledging the unspoken resolve. After all, Bai Chengtian was dead now. The dead cannot conduct paternity tests. What was there to fear? The truth is shaped by whoever has the voice. They'd simply have to adapt to the circumstances.
"So, what should we do now?" Sun Miaoman tightly shut her eyes. Always one to rely on others, she was left utterly adrift now that her source of security was gone, her heart gripped by fear and uncertainty.
