The early morning sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, scattering a ground full of fragmented gold.
Jiang Yi heard a noise and came out of the room.
Unexpectedly, the one standing in the living room turned out to be Gu Xici.
Gu Xici hadn't slept all night, his face was haggard.
But more shocking than his haggardness was his grief.
He stared with bloodshot eyes at his biological mother and shouted at her, "Why do you have to do this?"
Gu Xici's voice echoed throughout the house, even Elder Jiang standing beside him couldn't go forward to say anything.
Zhu Shuanghua's expression was always complicated, and no one could tell what her mood was at this time, whether to be happy or sad, it was unclear.
The news of Zhu Ying's death came as expected by Zhu Shuanghua.
She also had been sleepless all night, just as Zhu Ying had once said to her, perhaps twins have a telepathic bond.
