Each of Lin ran’s diary entries was very long, except for this one, which only had a few sentences. The font was crooked and messy, as if it was written in an extremely shaky state, and it was written in a very urgent manner.
Yun Ci narrowed her eyes and carefully read it. Her pupils suddenly contracted under the table lamp.
The contents of the diary were:.
“My brother killed my mother. I hid under the bed. My mother told me not to make a sound.”.
Yun Ci’s hand slowly tightened the corner of the page.
“My brother... killed my mother?”?
The date of this diary was twelve years ago.
Yun Ci had heard Gu Jingwen mention that Lin ran should be twenty-four years old this year. Twelve years ago was when Lin ran was twelve years old. When she went to the Lin family previously, the maid had also said that Lin ran’s mother had died unexpectedly at the age of twelve. Since then.., she had fallen ill.
So, the time was right.
Yun Ci continued to scroll back.