Eighth Space-Time.
Wen Zaao learned from the letter that her father was truly dead, and the murderers of her father were Zhou Ang's father, Zhou Laowai, and a mysterious person.
The entire day, she locked herself in her room and didn't come out. No matter how much Chu Ge called, she ignored it.
In the evening, Chu Ge brought the prepared meal to Wen Zaao's door. He gently knocked and said, "You haven't eaten all day, come out and have some?"
"..." No response.
Chu Ge sighed slightly, "You always being like this isn't the way to go."
"..." Leaning against the door frame, Chu Ge faintly heard some rustling from inside. He continued to say, "Even if you've confirmed your father's death, don't you want to find his remains and let him rest in peace?"
Inside the bedroom, Wen Zaao sat at the head of the bed, her legs bent against it. The room was pitch black. She buried her head in her knees, her expression unclear, but her trembling shoulders showed she was desperately holding back.
