Most people in the hall were petrified; however, since most were researchers or academics, either highly emotionally or intellectually intelligent, they all understood that what they had witnessed today absolutely could not be disclosed or investigated further, no matter who those people were, what the equipment was, who the people lying on the ground were, and who... had killed her!
Su Zimu dragged his injured leg, leaning on the maple tree beside him, frail, yet hardly daring to breathe, because that person... seemed to have stopped breathing.
Gong Jiu and Flower Demon, usually quick to crack jokes and full of banter, now quieter than rabbits.
Because it was all too clear how special Yi was to Sui Yi.
And Yhan Qingwu understood how special Xiao Zhuang was to Sui Yi.
The only friend of their youth, a secret deep in their marrow, unspeakable, now exposed to everyone in such a way.
Yet, what they had both endured over the years also remained unspoken secrets.
