Lu Mingxun said, his face pale, "It's not what I thought, I woke up and someone was dead. Everyone else in the room said I did it."
Fu Yubai crossed his arms and looked at Lu Mingxun suspiciously, "Well, did you do it or not?"
Lu Mingxun shook his head but didn't nod either. He didn't have the nerve strength to handle this; even after so many years, he still couldn't let it go.
He knew his brother's hands were definitely not clean, but he was sure he'd never been through anything like this. His heart simply wasn't haunted by ghosts or demons.
Fu Yubai pinched the bridge of his nose. Back then, he did behave wrongly by smoothing over relations and covering for Lu Mingxun, and he did so behind Lu Chenyuan's back.
He wondered: If Lu Chenyuan ever found out about this, would he fly into a rage and drag him into it too? It might be futile to stick to principles at such a high cost.
