Wu Qiran stood at the door, listening to the thumping sounds inside, reaching into his pocket, his fingers trembling as they felt the ring box.
Yesterday, when she and he returned home and received a phone call from the public security bureau, her shock made her fall down the stairs, and in that instant, he understood everything. There was no need for Pang Youcai to confess, no need for any reminder from the public security bureau. Just like Wen Fengjie, as long as one contemplates the connections, how could they not understand.
Thinking of how the child started crying the moment she held him made him realize he was blind, not even equating to the child's eyes.
