The smoke rose, with a light tobacco smell, filling the whole car with depression. Ou Ming sat in the car with an ashtray in front of him. There were already four or five cigarette butts in the ashes. Looking at the dim sky in front of him, Ou Ming's mind was oddly empty. Just in the afternoon when he saw the photo wall, he had thought... However, it was just his own belief.
Shock, anger, and sorrow. It turned out... his children were not killed by him. However, that fact was even more hurting than the words of Yu Lili back in the days. How much hatred could there be for her to kill her firstborn, and twins? How much did she hate him so that she did not even want her own children?
