The interior of the house was no different from the others; anything valuable or useful had been taken, leaving only a scene of ruin. Cobwebs hung from the rafters.

Xiao Yifeng gently tidied up, but the sight of the blackened bloodstains on the walls and floor still made his heart clench.

He had thought that after living two lives, he had long since come to terms with his parents' deaths.

But seeing this, he couldn't help the bitterness that welled up inside him. With a mix of complex emotions, he cleaned the house.