Being misunderstood was heartbreaking.
Especially when people mistook you for a murderer.
Cheng Yang could never forget that scene. It was the first time he had seen Ning Shile so helpless, so pitiful, crying so hard.
It had always mattered to him.
Ning Shile opened his mouth, but he had no idea what to say.
Twenty years had passed since then. Twenty years was enough for a child to grow into an adult.
As the person involved, Ning Shile naturally couldn't forget it. But Cheng Yang had only been five or six back then, and he still remembered?
He stared at Cheng Yang for a long while, so many words caught in his throat that he couldn't get out. All he could do was awkwardly change the subject. "So... that disk contains the surveillance footage from back then?"
"Yes." Cheng Yang nodded. "The distortion in the middle of the footage was deliberate. I should be able to fix it."
The reason Cheng Yang had learned those hacking skills was to restore the footage. "I met someone on a website. He should be able to help me."
"But he's overseas, and he's very secretive. Once I've recovered, I'll go abroad to find him."
Ning Shile's fists tightened slightly. Hearing that, he felt his heart swell.
It would be a lie to say he didn't care.
How could anyone not want to clear their name?
So when he heard Cheng Yang say that, he was undeniably excited and couldn't stop himself from asking, "Once you find him, you'll be able to restore it?"
"Most likely," Cheng Yang reassured him. "Even if I can't, I'll find another way."
Ning Shile felt warmth envelop his limbs. His chest rose and fell, and only after a long silence did he say solemnly, "Thank you."
Cheng