Xiao Meng stared fixedly at Shan Mingxu for a long while before softly asking,
"Mingxu, has this severed arm been identified by a forensic expert?"
Shan Mingxu's expression turned solemn, while Su Xiaomeng tightened her lips and beckoned Shan Mingxu over.
"Aunt, he's wearing the same wedding ring as you, he—"
"Shhh... speak quietly."
Su Xiaomeng glanced around, then knelt down again. Shan Mingxu crouched in front of her, watching as Su Xiaomeng held the charred, processed arm that still showed the marks of the fierce fire.
"Aunt, I know you're in pain. No one here wishes for Uncle to be dead. I wish this were all just a dream."
"..."
"The arm is bombed to such an extent, it's impossible for other parts of the body to be intact. The seawater is rapid, making recovery truly difficult, so—"
"What if this arm isn't his?"
Su Xiaomeng murmured, her bloodshot eyes meeting Shan Mingxu's.
"How could it not be? You mean this ring is..."
Shan Mingxu's eyes suddenly widened.
