"Because I already want to let it go!" Xie Zhang stood up, towering above Bian Yue. "It's been more than two years, why do you have to bring up the past again? Bian Yue, must you force me to live trapped in the past?"
Finally, from Xie Zhang's mouth, Bian Yue heard a sincere truth.
She softly said, "Even if you want to pull away, before doing so, aren't you curious as to why Jiayi would suddenly commit suicide?"
"What do you mean?"
"The information Li Sihe found indicates that Jiayi may have seen your father before she died, but I guess he didn't tell you because without conclusive evidence, Li Sihe wouldn't speak." Bian Yue saw the shock in Xie Zhang's eyes and understood: "So he didn't say anything after all."
Xie Zhang's eyes gradually reddened, and the next moment, he abruptly turned around and, under Bian Yue's gaze, strode outside.
Bian Yue stood up and chased after him, asking where he was going.
