As Chen Zhi pondered whether to trust Si Ye, Si Chengye stared at Chen Zhi, and his mind suddenly cleared a bit.
"Ayu, Si Ye didn't mean to harm you, he's just a pitiable child. All of this is my fault; I'm the one who caused your death. Let me go down to accompany you, let me always stay with you, don't leave me, don't leave me..."
Si Ye's face changed dramatically, his hand shook, loosened, and the bowl fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Seeing his reaction, Chen Zhi's heart felt like it was falling into a bottomless abyss, leaving her liver and gall unbelievably shattered.
Si Ye didn't turn to look at Chen Zhi; he hurriedly grasped Si Chengye's hand, whispering lowly, "Dad, what's wrong? Why are you starting to talk nonsense?"
Si Chengye looked at him blankly, then his expression turned absent-minded again, showing no reaction at all.
Chen Zhi slowly stood up, but her legs were trembling.
