"Back then, I only understood things halfway. The old man kept a tight grip on me, and there were many things I didn't dare say. You know, for people like them, profits and reputation are always above everything."
"After so many years, I see you've never given up. I feel a bit guilty in my heart..."
He paused, took out his phone under the heat of the other's gaze: "I'll send you some information. I hope it helps you..."
After a flurry of action, his hand froze on the screen, unable to press "send."
"Tristan, you must remember that to live is to look forward. If the news I'm about to share isn't pleasant... do you still want to know?"
Samuel spoke with rare seriousness, revealing some information in his words.
Tristan paused for two seconds, then curved his lips, though it wasn't in happiness: "If I can't find news of her, even in my grave, I won't be at peace."
"Seeking her has become an obsession in my heart. I've relied on it for so many years. How could I just give up?"
