Zhao Dong didn't catch what his parents said after that. He only caught that one sentence. That single sentence caused the beliefs he had held for more than twenty years to collapse in an instant.
My own parents… aren't my biological parents?
He stood at the doorway like a wooden doll, feeling as if the world around him was completely unreal.
Zhao Dong's hands trembled. The same hands that had held countless guns were now shaking uncontrollably.
Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Zhang Cuimei started to walk out.
When she saw Zhao Dong at the door, Zhang Cuimei froze. A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly as she asked, "Dong, when did you get back?"
Zhao Dong looked at his mother, at Zhang Cuimei's face. This is the mother who was once so familiar… why does she seem like a stranger now?
Enduring the agony in his heart, his eyes red and bloodshot, Zhao Dong said hoarsely, "Mom… I heard everything you and Dad just said."
