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"Yiyao, I'm in so much pain now …"

Jiang Zhaowu's trembling voice was filled with a dull bitterness. He was not a person who liked to let his emotions out. Ever since he was young, no matter what had happened, he had always been buried deep within his heart, slowly digesting it by himself.

Lu Yiyao was such a person.

They had all grown up alone, walking on the thorns.

"Zhaowu, we are friends."

Lu Yiyao's brows sank as he looked at the sparkling surface of the Yunxi Lake. The sunlight was slanting, falling on his side, and his cold facial features seemed to grow more solid. His eyes turned heavy.

"…"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Lu Yiyao didn't rush him. He just stood by the window and waited.

A moment later.

"Yiyao, have you heard about what happened to Lady Second Young Master?"

Jiang Zhaowu finally spoke in a deep voice.

"Second Young Master's wife? Rong Yi? "

Lu Yiyao squinted his deep eyes, while a faint light flashed in the corner of his eyes. He thought to himself.

"He's in such pain. Can it be that he knows what happened back then?"

"Yes …"

Jiang Zhaowu answered and continued to speak hoarsely.

"Twenty-eight years ago, my biological mother suspected that she had an affair with my father. She actually tried to kill her …"

"Your mother? Rong Lan? "

Lu Yiyao's gaze tightened and a deep crease appeared between his eyebrows.

The events of the past that had been frozen for so many years, had finally slowly surfaced on the surface of the ice. Whether it was the people from the Jun Family or the Rong family, all of these things were extremely painful memories.

"Who told you that?"

When Lu Yiyao heard this, he was quite surprised. He asked with a deep tone, his eyes filled with dark clouds. A faint trace of regret appeared in his heart. He felt that he should not 'send' Jiang Zhaowu back to Jun Linchuan.

Perhaps, his life would be more carefree and comfortable without a parent.

"Second Young Master …"

Jiang Zhaowu thought about everything that had happened in the Maple Pavilion's ice cellar, and his whole body couldn't help but shiver.

Jun Moshang's fingers, which were as sharp as an eagle's claw, grabbed onto his neck. Jun Moshang's breathing became ragged, as if his neck would be crushed in the next second. His vision gradually became blurry. A faint sound could be heard.

"Ah Shang, don't …"

He only thought that he was hallucinating.

"Ah Shang, don't …"

Unexpectedly, he heard a second sound.

The hand around his neck slowly relaxed, and he gasped for breath, a layer of cold sweat covering his body.

The cold wind was blowing from an unknown place, and he was shivering from the cold. A look of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

"Yi, why didn't you let me kill him? If I kill him, I will be able to take revenge for you? "

Jun Moshang shouted at the woman in the ice coffin.

"…"

Jiang Zhaowu's lips turned purple.

His heart sank bit by bit. It was as though he had fallen into a deep abyss.

He pulled it out from his memory. Jiang Zhaowu held onto his phone tightly and pulled on his blanket.

"Second Young Master?"

Lu Yiyao was stunned for a moment before he asked coldly.

"He went to see you?"

"Yes."

"Zhaowu, just him alone is not enough to be trusted."

"Yiyao, I don't know why, but I believe what he said. "Moreover, from the very first time I saw him, I harbored a great hatred in my heart …"

Jiang Zhaowu pinched his sore nose and continued.

"Zhaowu, I feel like there are times when something isn't right. No matter what, we have to pay attention to the evidence. "

Lu Yiyao frowned and did not jump to conclusions, even though he had found some clues.

"Yiyao, my mother harmed my aunt, and then I, Second Uncle, will take revenge on me … I felt like a tool of revenge. Twenty-eight years ago, I had already escaped. Unexpectedly, 28 years later … "Heh …"

Jiang Zhaowu smiled bitterly.

Being born and living, yet unable to escape from the struggles of the previous generation, 'a fight to the death', this was truly chilling.

When Lu Yiyao heard this, he felt even more guilty.

She really shouldn't have sent him back to Jun Linchuan. If Jiang Zhaowu knew that Duan Ling Tian thought of him as a chess piece, then he would surely be in so much pain that he would doubt his own life.

"Zhaowu, don't worry. No one will dare to touch you now."

"Yiyao, I'm not worried. "The Misty World, I'm nothing more than a drop in the ocean …"

Jiang Zhaowu's tone was a bit pessimistic.

"It's not like you."

Lu Yiyao's expression darkened as he said coldly.

"People will always change …"

At the corner of Jiang Zhaowu's eyes, a hint of sadness flashed past.

"Zhaowu, have you forgotten our 'soul of the group'?"

Lu Yiyao's thick and straight eyelashes trembled slightly as he spoke with a cold voice.

"I will not change my mind. I will continue to work hard to improve myself."

Jiang Zhaowu blurted out the words that were carved into his bones.

"Ask yourself, is your 'heart of the heart' still around?"

Lu Yiyao's lower jaw drew a cold arc. His unfathomable black pupils were covered by a sharp cold wave.

This sentence caused Jiang Zhaowu's heart to tremble. A bone-piercing pain spread throughout his entire body.

Is that so?

Was his original intention still there when he found out about his background?

"Yiyao, I …"

Jiang Zhaowu didn't know how to answer.

"Zhaowu, no matter what we've experienced? Or was he experiencing something? Or what will happen in the future? Neither of us can shake our 'heart'. "

"Yiyao, I understand …"

Lu Yiyao's words struck Jiang Zhaowu hard on the head. His deep black pupils tightened, the corner of his mouth slightly pursed, and his hoarse voice revealed a trace of determination.

"Yes."

"Yiyao, did you come over the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll pick you up."

"No need, you should be very busy that day? "Zhaowu, let's talk when we meet. How about this first?"

Lu Yiyao turned around, the sun was shining on his back. In the reverse light, the double pupil was suffused with a profound color that seemed like thick ink that couldn't be melted.

"Alright."

Jiang Zhaowu pursed his lips, then slowly took his phone away from his ear.

Lu Yiyao stood there for two minutes, then he withdrew his gaze and dialed Ye Lingyuan's number.

"Third Brother …"

The call quickly connected.

"A Ling, how is the investigation on Zhaowu?"

"Still checking …"

Ye Lingyuan's unruly eyebrows twitched.

"As soon as possible."

Lu Yiyao said in a deep voice.

"Yes."0

Ye Lingyuan replied.

"Third Brother, I want to go tomorrow?"

"You want to see Xiao Yezi?"

The moment Ye Lingyuan opened his mouth, Lu Yiyao immediately understood his purpose.

"Yes, I want to accompany her more."

Ye Lingyuan's voice was filled with worry.

He told Gu Xiran about the 'umbilical cord blood', but Gu Xiran didn't know if Gu Xiran didn't understand what he meant, or if Gu Xiran didn't want to give him a positive answer.

"Alright, then you go over first. "Let's talk when I get there."

Lu Yiyao answered indifferently.

"Alright."

The two exchanged a few words, then hung up.

Lu Yiyao held the phone. He felt a stabbing pain on his forehead and the gloominess in his eyes became thicker.

He took a step forward and returned to the master bedroom. Lin Ange had fallen asleep on the rocking chair. Most of the thin carpet had fallen off and half of her lotus root arms were exposed.

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