For the first time in his life, Song Zhehan felt an overwhelming sense of regret.

Zhang Qiran sat on the bed, tears streaming uncontrollably from his swollen eyes. He choked out, “After I saw it... I got sick. That period of time is really hazy for me. I don’t even remember what happened after that…”

“Stop,” Song Zhehan’s heart clenched painfully, and he interrupted Zhang Qiran, trying to stop him from continuing.

But Zhang Qiran seemed unable to hear him. “I just remember waking up to find my mom there… She took me away. For a long time, I lived …