In the cold, oppressive basement, the sound of sorrowful weeping still echoed without end.
Huo Yuhao leaned against the icy metal examination table, his eyes red-rimmed and his shoulders shaking violently. Suppressed sobs came in broken bursts, filled with endless self-reproach and desolation.
Wang Dong's entire face was already streaked with tears. They rolled freely down her cheeks, soaking the front of her clothes. Her choked sobs shattered against the empty room, mournful and bleak.
The two of them were consumed by the immense grief of being forever separated by life and death, murmuring Xue Mingqing's name again and again as they mourned the young man in white who had sacrificed himself to protect his friends.
Throughout the entire basement, everyone vented their emotions. Their cries shook the ground, and grief filled the air.
Only one person shed no tears, spoke no words, and showed no sorrow throughout it all.
Ning Yurong's lonely, frosty figure stepped out of the cold underground examination room, slowly passed through the deep and solemn corridor, and completely left the Star Luo City Security Bureau that held the cruel truth.
She left quietly and resolutely, without looking back or lingering. She cast all the weeping at her feet and all the city's grief behind her.
To others, it could only seem chilling and incomprehensible.
While everyone else was heartbroken over Xue Mingqing's death and weeping uncontrollably, Ning Yurong—the one who had shared the deepest connection with him and cared for him most—was calm to the point of indifference.
She did not cry, howl in grief, or lose control.
There was not even a trace of intense sorrow on her face, as though this parting between life and death had never stirred the slightest ripple in her heart.
Yet everyone knew that the deepest tears had