Bao Yancheng nodded: "If I remember correctly, it should be in the desk drawer."
Wen Wanzhi took the leather journal over, and Bao Yancheng reached out to receive it.
He flipped through it with practiced ease, quickly finding the entry his grandfather wrote on the day Wen Jin died.
His eyes filled with suppressed grief and regret, his brows knitted tightly as he muttered the words aloud.
"To choose suicide to prove innocence, isn't that playing right into the enemy's hands?"
Wen Wanzhi's heart tightened.
Indeed, her grandfather's journal contained such words.
Only then she remembered that Bao Yancheng might not yet be aware of the true circumstances behind her mother's death.
Looking at Bao Yancheng's inquiring gaze, Wen Wanzhi felt a twinge of reluctance in her heart.
He had just been through a terrible ordeal, losing everything he once had.
And now, she had to tell him that his mother was framed and killed...
She couldn't bring herself to do it.