"Tianxing, thank you." Grandpa Lu looked at Lu Tianxing and said softly.
Hearing these words, Lu Tianxing sighed gently and said, "Grandpa, you're joking, there's no need to thank me. I'm not one to kill the innocent indiscriminately. Since the main culprit is dead, there's no need to pursue it further. My parents can't be brought back to life. I think if their spirits could see me, they wouldn't want me to be blinded by hatred."
Seeing Lu Tianxing's appearance, Old Sir Lu took a deep breath again and slowly said, "Tianxing, actually there's something I've been meaning to tell you. I've been looking for the right opportunity but never found one until today. I've decided to tell you this— your parents might not be dead?"
"What, Grandpa, what did you say? My parents aren't dead? Grandpa, you're not lying to me?"
