Gu Zhou saw Lu Zhu off. His expression was dark, as if he were a monster from hell.
He had investigated the incident five years ago and found that Wang Lin was involved, but Wang Lin had already died by then.
Could it be that the person who had saved his life was really Wang Lin?
He had seen photos of Wang Lin. She was a thin and weak girl.
Gu Zhou sat on the sofa. When he thought of how that small and weak-looking girl had suffered through her pregnancy alone, only to die in despair during childbirth, he found himself unable to breathe.
She was dead.
When he thought of this, Gu Zhou's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and his eyes grew red. His heart felt empty. It was as if he had fallen into the depths of the sea. He found himself enshrouded in suffocation and pain, no longer able to see the light from the surface of the ocean.
Perhaps he was the one who should have died.
