But soon, he wasn't afraid anymore.
These people had already been through torment, barely clinging to life; he was merely giving them relief, setting them free.
"What about Rong Luo?" Gu Lan finally asked.
Rong Jing frowned slightly, a blurry yet lovely figure flashed before his eyes.
It had been ten years since this happened, and he could no longer recall Rong Luo's face.
Rong Luo was Rong Huan's only daughter, spoiled since childhood by her parents and brother, yet she always remained distant from him.
At first, he thought it was because he wasn't amicable enough, but repeated attempts to draw close were fruitless. Later, Rong Jing stopped trying, until he discovered that he wasn't actually Rong Huan's bloodline.
No wonder.
His father, birth mother, his brothers, sister... from start to finish, the only one who was truly sincere to him was Wu.
