That day, the broken car windows all over the ground reflected the golden brilliance of the sun.
Han Zhi's blood flowed on his body and all over the floor...
He held Han Zhi's body and screamed heartbreakingly...
"I'm asking you, why did my father get into a car accident?" Han Xiyan stood up from the sofa suddenly, stared at Rong Baichuan closely, and repeated his question.
Due to being drunk, his cheeks were abnormally flushed, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
Why?
Rong Baichuan closed his eyes in pain.
Make fists with both hands and put them on your forehead.
It was a little trembling.
This was something he regretted throughout his life.
This was something he could never forgive himself for.
He doesn't want to remember.
Every time I remember it, my heart feels as if it has been pierced by a sharp sword.
It was as if the blood staining Han Zhi red was flowing from his heart.
