A single sentence plunged the room into a silence as still as death.
Qin Jinhai put down his chopsticks.
"If you want to go, I'll take you tomorrow."
Fu Bing nodded.
She had to face the page she was least able to confront.Because of their incompetence, the child was gone.He never even had the chance to open his eyes and see the world.He died because of their incompetence.
「That night.」
Neither of them slept well.
Fu Bing lay in bed. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in prison. The foul, sticky, and reeking air from that place seemed to travel through time and space from the past to clutch at his throat.
