Chapter 335

Upon hearing Shen Chunhua’s words, Zhao Xiande felt his world collapse in an instant. He stood like a statue drained of its soul, utterly dumbfounded, his expression frozen in a look of astonishment that was as comical as it was pathetic. Moments later, as if every ounce of strength had deserted him, his legs gave way, and he slumped weakly to the floor. His eyes were hollow and vacant, his lips trembling incessantly, yet he could not utter a sound. He was beyond tears, his heart filled with nothing but remorse and despair. Seeing Zhao Xiande in this state, Wang Jianguo realized he had apparently accepted reality. He turned silently and walked out of the room. Outside, Zhao Shuzhuo saw Wang Jianguo emerge; their eyes met, reflecting a mutual sense of relief and exhaustion, before they left Zhao Xiande’s home together. As they walked into the night, their figures grew smaller and more distant, leaving behind a house permeated with an endless, heavy silence.