No Greater Source of Grief Than a Broken Heart

Parker pointed at the pitch-black cave, somewhat angry at Curtis.

If he had already arrived here a long time ago, why didn't he look for Qingqing first? What was more important than her?

As Bai Qingqing looked at the black and green mountain slope, she could imagine how fierce the fire was that day. She stumbled and felt like she was about to faint.

The sensations she felt that day weren't just all in her head. They were real. Curtis really had been burnt alive. Who could have done such a cruel thing?

Bai Qingqing quickly went through all the clues in her mind, and one name popped into her head—Muir!

Now that she thought about it, even the stone tool that Muir brought home that day seemed suspicious.

A newly made stone tool would always have a somewhat rough surface. The surface of the stone tool that Muir brought home wasn't perfectly smooth, but she could tell that the granules had been smoothed out.