"Director Chang, that will be all." Having achieved his objective, Xia Chuyi ordered Chang Luhui with a hint of guilt.
Severe diseases require drastic remedies.
I’m sorry, second brother.
The crowd left the monitoring room, and before long, happened to come across the holding cell door opening.
"Chengzu, don’t worry, Grandma is here for you!" In the end, Grandma Xia seriously promised Xia Chengzu inside the room.
After speaking, she turned her head only to see Xia Chuyi and his party.
"Chengzong!" Aunt Xia called out to Xia Chengzong with immediate concern, eager to rush over and grab him.
But Xia Chengzong avoided her.
Aunt Xia felt somewhat embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Grandma Xia stepped forward and said to Xia Chengzong, "Chengzong, if you committed the crime, just confess to it."
"Confess quickly to be treated leniently, resist harshly."
Her words were spoken with righteous indignation.
"Do you all think this way?" Xia Chengzong directed his gaze to his own mother, "Do you all think I should confess?"
He still harbored a sliver of hope for his mother.
Aunt Xia’s eyes were complex as she looked at him.
Xia Chengzong finally struggled, "I didn’t kill anyone, why should I confess? Grandma, Mom, do you believe me? I didn’t kill anyone."
Aunt Xia hesitated for a while, then finally stepped forward, gritting her teeth as she said to her son, "Chengzong, don’t be afraid to confess if you’re wrong, you have to accept your mistakes... You have such a good relationship with Chuyi, even if you confess, as long as your attitude is good, they definitely won’t sentence you harshly."
She spoke the last part almost in a whisper, intended only for Xia Chengzong to hear.
However, her words were riddled with obvious implications.
Xia Chengzong’s eyes had become devoid of light.
He kept silent to consider family ties and to protect Xia Chengzu.
But what about Chengzu?
What about the others?
In this family, there was only Chuyi, a weak woman, protecting him.
He clearly hadn’t done anything. Aside from not joining the others in bullying her, he clearly hadn’t done anything wrong!
At this point, he had to admit that some people are inherently selfish.
Xia Chengzong completely lost heart and couldn’t help but start laughing, tears streaming out.
"I was wrong, I was truly wrong!"
"I must be out of my mind to have believed that my family held any affection for me!"
He crouched down, covering his face with his hands, emitting an unnatural laugh.
"Are you mad, child?" Grandma Xia was increasingly unhappy with his demeanor.
Xia Chengzong’s shoulders shook violently, his laughter spilling out incessantly, yet those present couldn’t tell if he was crying or laughing.
There was sorrow in Xia Chuyi’s eyes, but also detachment.
Her second brother, just like her in a previous life, little by little, little by little, was wounded and harmed by his nearest and dearest.
From hopeful anticipation to disappointment, to despair, and finally to apathy after rebirth.
People are not born cold.
They only become cold after being hurt too deeply, after they forget how to cry.
By her side, a strong hand suddenly held hers.
"Was it for you before?" It was the voice of Uncle Liberation Army.
Xia Chuyi’s body stiffened, a surge of emotion welling up— he actually understood.
"It’s all in the past." Huo Shiqian whispered in her ear, "From now on, you have me."
His voice was as indifferent and calm as ever, yet it carried a comforting warmth.
Xia Chuyi’s nose suddenly felt sore.
But quickly, she adjusted her emotions and smiled at him, "Yes, I have you."
Their hands clasped together.
Xia Chengzong finally raised his head, his eyes red and swollen, and said, "I didn’t kill anyone."
"The murderer is Xia Chengzu."