Upon hearing this, Ran Xiangsi's body instinctively stiffened.
Last night's incident...
Before Ran Xiangsi could remain bewildered, the conversation between the two inside the room quickly resumed.
Gu Beichuan was shackled to a chair, his face beaten to a pulp, bruised and bloodied. Despite some rudimentary treatment, he still looked like a mess.
"I truly didn't expect... you would actually conceal all of this? Just to protect your woman? Or to save face?"
Gu Beichuan was truly unafraid of death, he was nearly there anyway. He didn't want to die without understanding something. At the very least... he wanted to figure out one thing.
In this world, does that kind of aspiring love truly exist?
Was his mother's love for his father truly that shallow?
Similar to the superficial love his father had for him... Otherwise, why would he have left him so early?
