For some reason, the image of Scarf in the survival game suddenly surfaced in Zhao Xun's mind.
Her face had been weary and full of resentment, as though living had exhausted her beyond measure, yet she had refused to simply die.
But at the moment of death, she had also felt the relief of release.
Before she died, that woman's only concern had been her bedridden mother. She had even hoped that he, the very man who killed her, would visit her mother on her behalf.
She must have known perfectly well that the moment she made her choice, the survival game would be her death sentence.
Yet at the same time, she had regarded it as her mother's only chance of survival.
In the end, however, she had not gotten the outcome she wanted.
As an emotionally detached person, Zhao Xun felt no particular stir of emotion over something that had nothing to do with him.
Still, he could judge just how awful the whole affair was.
Had this happened to him, he would certainly have killed the Liao Family.
Every last member.
It had nothing to do with emotions.
People who reaped all the benefits but refused to honor their promises did not deserve to live.
Unfortunately, everyone directly involved had already died.
And as an outsider, he had no reason to do anything for them.
"That woman's mother was pretty pitiful too." The official seemed to have opened the floodgates and volunteered more of the secret. "She died without ever knowing where her daughter had gone. She was still calling her daughter's name at the end, but they never got to see each other again."
After a brief silence, Zhao Xun decided there were still a few questions he wanted answered.
He did not understand why himself,