In the darkness, Luo Yuan's voice was like a blade tip scraping across moss-covered ruins. "When her body was found, these marks had been painted in blood.
"When the bandits broke in, they used a high-powered Electromagnetic Bomb to sever all internal and external communications. Aside from self-operating life-support devices like the Nutrient Capsule, every electronic device nearby was completely destroyed... She could only leave a message this way.
"But before long, the bloodstains dried and blurred. Luo Zhongheng carved over the original marks with a small knife, as a keepsake. So this isn't firsthand information."
Ronan drew a deep breath. "What does it mean?"
"How would I know?"
Luo Yuan's tone did not sound evasive. It was filled with bitterness and jealousy.
So Ronan understood. "It was left for my dad?"
"..."
Silence counted as an admission. Ronan instinctively curled his lips, only to realize that his facial muscles had gone numb. Even such a tiny movement was difficult to make. His mind was numb as well, to the point that even his most basic capacity for imagination had frozen—he wanted to recreate the scene from back then, but his mind was utterly blank.
In the end, Ronan merely lowered his other knee and silently knelt before the wreckage of the Nutrient Capsule, staring deeply as he made sure to brand those scratches into the depths of his memory.
Gradually, his gaze began to drift again, seeming to pass through the scratches and the capsule that bore them, toward somewhere still deeper and darker.
Seeing that he had not moved for a long time, Luo Yuan had no intention of respecting his feelings. Returning to the old subject, he sneered, "Are you really planning to have a cry? Want me to step aside so you can work up your