His voice was hoarse, and he seemed to have aged a lot. Even his spirit and energy were muddled…
"Uncle Liu, are you… alright?" Ye Jian asked softly. Her many questions turned into a greeting. Even though she was facing Commander Liu, the person who shot her mother in the back, Ye Jian still remembered his kindness to her.
When Commander Liu heard that the way she addressed him had changed from 'Commander Liu' to 'Uncle Liu', tears welled up in his eyes.
This girl… This girl… Why didn't she hate him? Why didn't she scold him? Why was she still concerned about him? Why was this girl… so heartbreaking?
"Girl, you must know that I'm the bastard who shot Martyr Sun Xueqing in the back. I was the one who killed your mother. Girl, I was the one who fired the gun… I was the one who fired the gun."
