Luo Shuang turned to look out the window, her expression indifferent, as if mixed with extremely complex emotions of joy and sorrow, or as if there was nothing at all, empty like a shell.

"Can you imagine that the word 'murder' would appear in the diary of a seven-year-old child? Originally, the contents should have been lively and cute little squirrels, agile and lively goldfish, or a big cat that only sleeps soundly during the day, or the pleasant and fresh air, the clear sky after the rain, so many clean, pure and beautiful or innocent things. However, from childhood to adulthood, my diary only contained words like 'murder,' dark and... lonely!"

Luo Shuang paused, then continued to look out the window at the dazzling and magnificent sunset, her tone calm and indifferent, as if she were talking about something perfectly normal.

"I don't know when, but I lost the ability to be happy. Dad, do you think I'm terminally ill? It seems so. I can't even find the meaning of living in this world anymore. Oh! No, no, no, the meaning of my life now is to ruin Shen Yuchen. I ruined her mother back then! How can I make Shen Yuchen suffer unbearable pain?"

The shock in Luo Yangfan's eyes almost overflowed, as if he were truly getting to know the daughter he cherished and loved for the first time.

She even felt a bit panicked, terrified that her well-behaved and adorable daughter had become so scary and strange.

The next instant, a strange emotion welled up in his eyes, almost bursting forth...

What terrible mistake had he made that caused such a huge oversight between him and Luo Shuang? "Xiao Shuang, Luo Shuang, listen to me. You're just sick, not terminally ill, and you haven't lost all your happiness. It's Dad's fault. Dad should have spent more time with you. This world is beautiful, you're still young, and you have a bright future ahead of you. Shen Yuchen is just a passerby in your life. She's not important, not important at all. You have many reasons for living. They can be for your parents, for your future lover, but not for Shen Yuchen. Xiao Shuang, you're just a little sick, it's nothing serious. Dad will take you to see a doctor!"

He immediately turned to the driver in the front seat and screamed like a madman, "To the hospital! To the hospital right now! What are you standing there for? Turn the wheel!"

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Luo Yangfan sat on the sofa outside the door, waiting with a hint of restlessness on his face. He glanced at his watch; only a few minutes had passed.

After sitting on the sofa for a few more minutes, Luo Yangfan suddenly turned around, took out his phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and went to the window.

He made a phone call. "It's me. Yes, look for someone, Gong Ning. Yes, she has a USB drive. Send someone to retrieve it, check her recent communication records, and destroy that video! As soon as possible! Yes, get back to me when it's done! Also, find Shen Yuchen and bring her back to the Luo family tonight!"

Without the original video, the video clips on Liangda Campus's website are no longer reliable evidence!

Luo Yangfan hung up the phone and looked out the window at the colorful sunset. The setting sun brought with it a sense of melancholy and decline.

As I watched, I suddenly remembered that heavy snow seventeen years ago, and that heartless, cruel woman...

With a chillingly cold expression, Shen Rongzhi, you have indeed broken your promise after all!