With Song Hanyi's calm voice, he laid out the situation and his guesses word by word.
Yun Su's hand tightly clutched the pillow, her heart shrinking into a ball.
Song Hanyi patted her shoulder and said, "After seeing this information, I guessed that she might be our biological daughter. I went on to investigate the events of that year. If my assumption is correct, the accident that led to our Luo Luo's premature death over a decade ago should be false."
Yun Su's lips trembled as she spoke, "But, at that time we saw the body…"
"But didn't see the face, right?"
They had gone to a seaside banquet, where the three-and-a-half-year-old Yun Qiluo, along with two older children, went to play and then fell off a cliff.
Although there were servants and children who witnessed it all, testifying she fell.
But when found, the body was a bloody mess.
It was only identified as their daughter based on age and clothing.
The scene of retrieving the body was a nightmare for the couple.
