She still had so many things left undone. She didn't know why her mother hadn't come back to pick her up that year; she didn't know if her biological parents had ever come to City C to look for her over the years. She really didn't want to die; she still had so many things to accomplish.
The elevator suddenly stopped at this moment, and the doors automatically opened.
Wen Jiaren was lying in the elevator, tears streaming down her face. She lay on the floor motionless before she finally convinced herself that the elevator had truly stopped. When she lifted her head, she saw Mu Qian standing at the elevator entrance, looking at her with a cold gaze.
Mu Xiao was still sobbing intermittently, his little face smeared with tears, his nose and eyes red from crying, pitiful to behold.
Wen Jiaren instantly understood that the recent elevator accident was entirely the doing of the man before her.
