The sympathy in Luo Xuan's eyes deepened and Wu Yuan hated it. He hated being stared at with a gaze like that. As if he was a disobedient and stubborn child who did not want to admit his mistakes. As if he was nothing more than a flailing ant on the verge of death, and all Luo Xuan did was watch with a pitying and compassionate gaze.
He clenched his fists and his voice came out almost in a growl, as if clawed from his chest cavity. "...Answer me!"
"I have proof, if you so insist," Luo Xuan told him gently, yet Wu Yuan still reeled back in shock as if someone had poured boiling oil over his skin. His chapped lips parted without a word, quivering. What… did this person just say? He had proof? Proof that… Wu Yuan was really the murderer who had caused his own father's death? Without waiting for Wu Yuan to react, the man continued, "But this is not the kind of proof that can be presented to the police. After all, they would only deem it as…" his lips curled in distaste. "...a fallacy."
