After three days without food, when Chi Jingming dragged his weak steps into the restaurant, even the waitstaff looked at him with doubt and ridicule.
In the past, Chi Jingming would have grabbed the other person by the collar and argued until the matter was clear, but today, he didn't spare them a glance and just walked away.
Picking up a tray, Chi Jingming chose a lot of his favorite foods, eating as the crowd dwindled to just a few people, only leaving the restaurant after he was fully satiated.
Back in his room, Chi Jingming sat alone on the carpet by the window, thinking for a very long time.
Chi Zhenghong was imprisoned, likely never to be released again in this lifetime, and Wang Lin was dead.
When Chi Jingming learned of these things, his heart was filled with hatred for Chi Jingxuan, a hatred so overwhelming it pierced him to the bone.
But over the past three days, slipping in and out of consciousness, Chi Jingming felt that his hatred had transformed into guilt.
