Lin Yue gasped. Son? Her mother never mentioned a brother.
“You’re limping,” he said coldly. “Did last night’s cleaning tire you?”
Lin Yue’s revenge hardened into something colder. “Then he’s just as guilty.”
Zhang opened it. Written in blood-red ink: “I know. And soon, everyone will.”
Li Wei stepped into the moonlight, rain dripping from his black coat. In his hand, he held a faded photograph—Lin Mei holding two children: a baby boy (him) and a toddler girl (Lin Yue).
Lin Yue gasped. Son? Her mother never mentioned a brother.
“You’re limping,” he said coldly. “Did last night’s cleaning tire you?”
Lin Yue’s revenge hardened into something colder. “Then he’s just as guilty.”
Zhang opened it. Written in blood-red ink: “I know. And soon, everyone will.”
Li Wei stepped into the moonlight, rain dripping from his black coat. In his hand, he held a faded photograph—Lin Mei holding two children: a baby boy (him) and a toddler girl (Lin Yue).