Falling to death.
In the wind and snow of the Northern Realm, amidst a vast white landscape, the voice of a news program host echoed in a luxurious office, while a live reporter broadcasted the bloody scenes on the screen.
The scarlet spread, piercing the silence.
The viewer closed their eyes.
"It's time, Ah Hao, drink it."
The middle-aged woman across from him sighed lightly, pushing a glass of wine slowly towards him: "Don't blame the family; the family had no choice... if you want to blame, blame fate for not being in your hands."
Lv Tianhao remained silent, bowing his head to gaze at the light reflecting in the glass, his eyes seemingly illuminated. Several times, he seemed on the verge of saying something, his expression shifting between anger and pleading, but throughout it all, the middle-aged woman's expression didn't change; she simply watched him.
Until he finally summoned the courage and raised the glass.
"I knew it."
