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Su Qian followed Ye Jue into the study room.

"Take a look."

The fingers of his hand were shaking so badly that he could not move it.

Ye Jue frowned, his heart aching.

Su Qian's eyes were half red, but her tone was firm: "No, I'll do it myself."

Opening it, as expected, had something to do with her parents' deaths.

Her tears burst as she saw the picture of her parents hugging each other at the airport in Rio.

"This was the last time my parents ever visited Rio de Janeiro. I even complained that they didn't take me with them."

Ye Zichen caressed the two people in the photo with trembling fingertips, but his warm smile could only be forever frozen on the photo.

Flipping through the pages one by one, they were all commemorative photos his parents had taken during their travels in Rio.

She had this set of photos at home.

Other than the photos, there was nothing else in the document bag. However, she knew that Ye Jue definitely had a reason for showing this set of photos to her.

She stopped her tears but her voice was still choked with sobs. "Is the death of my parents related to this trip?"

Deep in Ye Jue's cold eyes, there was pain.

After feeling sorry for him, he calmed down.

"Look at these pictures. They show the same person again and again."

From the first picture to the last, a total of more than ten pictures. From Rio Airport to the Copacabana Beach to the Iguazu Falls, with different backgrounds and different sights. However, in the different photos, there was the same face.

Although they were all dressed differently in the future, it was certain that they were the same person …

"I met this person on the way to your house that night."

"So he killed my parents?"

Ye Jue shook his head: "I can't be sure right now, I was entrusted with protecting your family, but when I rushed there, they were already dead, and a group of assassins came after, based on their skills and equipment, it is very possible that they were mercenaries. It is hard to say if their parents were mercenaries or just that person, but it is definitely not a coincidence that they appeared near your home that day."

The scene from five years ago played back in front of his eyes. His parents falling into a pool of blood was an unerasable pain in Su Qian's life.

After five years of training, she was calm enough in the face of trouble. However, in this matter, she was easily on the verge of collapse.

She had to work hard to control her emotions.

"Who is this person?"

she asked, gritting her teeth and gripping the handle of the chair.

Seeing her fingertips trembling, and her knuckles turning pale from the exertion, Ye Jue's heart throbbed in pain.

"I haven't found anything yet, but I have some information. Qian Qian, I will definitely help you take revenge for your parents."

He hadn't found anything, and he couldn't take revenge yet.

Su Qian's state of mind crumbled as she covered her face with her hands and cried in suppressed grief.

Ye Jue went forward and pulled her into his embrace. His heart ached from every cry she made.

"Daddy! Mommy!"

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, her tears, comforting her lightly, "It's over, it's over, shallow, it's all over. With me here, I'll help you. Be good."

"Ye Jue, you must let me kill him with my own hands."

"I know, I know."

The wide and thick palm gently caressed Su Qian's back as though it was enchanted, allowing her to slowly calm down.