Bai Xingzhi was startled and looked steadily at Bai Cheng'an, furrowing his brows, "What happened that afternoon?"
"Where was I when my mother died that afternoon?" Bai Cheng'an's hand on the table clenched tightly into a fist. He pulled back his body, standing straight like a pine tree, his gaze firmly on Bai Xingzhi, "Was it really as you told me at that time, that I fainted in my hospital room due to overwhelming grief? Why do I not remember anything?"
Bai Xingzhi avoided Bai Cheng'an's resentful eyes, "You don't remember because you couldn't accept the blow due to extreme pain and lost your memory! What's so strange about that?"
"Is that so?" Bai Cheng'an took a step back, smiling sorrowfully, "Is it really because I couldn't accept the blow due to pain, and not because I couldn't accept the guilt that my mother died indirectly because of me?"
