Gunan saw his expression.
It had been a long time since Lu Jin's expressionless face broke.
His chest tightened painfully, but he still continued.
This was what he owed to Lu Jin a long time ago. The reason why he became so twisted started that day.
"I was a child who faithfully followed my only 'father'. I know what death was and what it meant to kill. But I still did it."
Lu Jin took a step back. He could feel his breath leaving him. He felt dizzy.
Gunan....
He killed his mother?
The image of the man in front of him overlapped with a little boy's.
The memories wherein he always told the young Gunan how great his mother was, how sweet his mother was, and how he always brought the grown up Gunan to his mother's burial site resurfaced in his mind.
So all those years...
"No...." He shook his head blankly.
