"Luoshan University, wasn't that Mom's..." Jiang Chen unconsciously repeated the news report, and a chill suddenly crept up his spine.
Through the gap in the door and the faint light in the living room, he found that the longer he looked at his parents talking, the more abnormal they seemed. His mother's head hung far too low, and her hands did not seem to be wiping away tears so much as trying to straighten her head.
The scar-like wrinkles on his father's face had not come from the hardships of life, but from a bloody, sharp knife!
When they glanced toward him, whether deliberately or not, they were not concerned about his condition. Their scrutiny carried ill intent.
"No, no! How could that be? Am I still dreaming? Have I still not woken up? How could my parents hurt me? They love me more than anyone in the world..." Jiang Chen clutched his head, feeling as though he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He was only a student who had just started his final year of high school. The series of events lately had somewhat exceeded what he could bear.
Bang, bang, bang.
A sudden knocking came from outside the house, followed by a middle-aged woman's shout.
"Xiao Chen, why aren't your parents back yet? Look how late it is. Remember to bring the milk inside. Don't let it spoil."
"Those two irresponsible fools, running off to have fun and leaving their son at home..." The woman's grumbling faded into the distance.
Only then did Jiang Chen recognize her as their neighbor, Aunt Zhang. She was an old classmate of his parents, had treated him almost like her own son since he was little, and lived right across the hall.
But the problem was that his parents