Xie Chang took Yan Xi to a temple in the suburbs of the imperial capital.
He used to come to the imperial capital often. After all, this was the city where his mother grew up, so he had always worshipped this temple.
Because what he said was very serious, he wanted to say it in front of the Buddha so that he would appear devout.
In the quiet room, the smoke of incense sticks lingered, and Xie Chang calmly narrated it.
Those old things seemed to be still vivid in his mind.
He had a good memory, and he remembered every detail clearly. Even the terrified expression on his mother’s face could be recalled carefully.
“Xie Junxuan was actually right. I’m a monster, a monster with no feelings.”Xie Chang stared into Yan Xi’s eyes, “At that time, I really thought that since things had come to this, why not let people die peacefully in their sleep? It’s better than being tormented by a huge illness.”
