The small recording device was placed on the desk, some distance away from Shen Chi's hand.
He didn't reach for it. Suddenly, he thought—truth… what exactly is the truth? And what meaning does knowing the truth even hold?
"Mr. Shen, if you don't want to listen, I can tell you about it," Miao Xiu said as he stood before him.
The recordings in the device had all been listened to, from beginning to end.
Miao Xiu didn't consider himself sentimental, but after hearing them, an indescribable feeling stirred in his chest.
"Is there anything else?" Shen Chi asked.
"Yes, there are photos and personal belongings, but they're all in Qing City," Miao Xiu replied. "The house has been sealed off. If you want to see them, I'll arrange for someone to accompany you. The things Xu Mengxi said to Mrs. Shen before her death are all recorded in the device."
"Did she know about her daughter's current condition?"
"From what I heard in the recordings, yes, she knew."
