"Don't be sad."
Seeing Pan Long sink into sorrowful silence after reading the letter, Xia Xu couldn't help chuckling softly. "I have some good news. Want to hear it?"
"What good news?"
Pan Long was dejected and barely reacted to Xia Xu's words.
"Your parents should still be alive. At the very least, your dad should be."
Xia Xu smiled.
Pan Long jolted. "R-really?"
His parents had been missing for so many years that, honestly, he had already given up much hope of them still being alive. Deep down, he had begun preparing himself.
Especially after reading this hidden letter today: his terminally ill mother, the words that sounded like final instructions and even explicitly called it a "last letter"-all these signs had sent his heart plummeting.
What Xia Xu said was precisely what he desperately hoped for, yet reason told him there was little chance of it being true.
"Of course. Duan Zhiyi is obsessed with researching brain-control technology because of your mom. If her death had been confirmed, he wouldn't be so fanatical about it now."
Xia Xu shook his head with a chuckle, walked over to Meng Bochao, and reached out to restore the minimized browser window. "Besides, there's something wrong with this letter. This photo was definitely swapped in later."
The browser was still on the "Sailing Far Away" blog, displaying its final post from ten years ago.
"Look, the timing doesn't line up at all."
Xia Xu tapped the computer screen.
His finger landed on the short caption beneath the group photo.
[Apparently, the company has gradually gotten on track. At last, we'll have steady research funding. I will cure her.]
"That's right. The boss is right-the timing doesn't line up. Based on this blog post, this group photo was actually taken before the company