Zhou Ruo shuddered in fear, tears streaming down her face.
She stepped closer, lifting her hand to touch Pei Che's arm: "Ah Che, when did you find out?"
"Did you all take me for a fool?" Pei Che's heart was in such pain, his voice hoarse like tearing fabric, "You kept it from me when I was abroad, and continued to hide it after I returned. If I hadn't lost contact with Little Nian and sent someone to investigate what happened to the Shen Family, were you planning to hide it from me forever?!"
Zhou Ruo gently stroked his arm, trying to comfort him, but didn't know where to start, her words were pale: "Ah Che, it's all in the past..."
"I can't get past it!"
It was late, the servants at home had gone to sleep, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. The roar echoed in the vast living room, like a beast bound by rope, unable to break free.
