His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

He knew that Mr. Shang and Rong Mo got along well together and that relationship could even be considered as a little ambiguous. However, never did he once thought that their relationship was so good to that extent as this was the first time he saw Mr. Shang being so depressed and sad.

He didn’t know what happened last night.

Did they argue, fight… or was it something else that chased Rong Mo away?!

Upon hearing Mr. Shang’s words, it was obvious that last night’s incident was the underlying reason for Rong Mo leaving, and thus the reason for Rong Mo’s death.

“Last night? Did Mr. Rong came back last night?” Big Mountain didn’t want Shang Mo to push all the blame of Rong Mo’s death on himself.

He had followed Shang Mo for many years and understood Shang Mo’s drunken condition very well. Furthermore, Shang Mo drank so much that evening, and with everything that had happened, Shang Mo must be very clueless.

Indeed, the moment he said his piece, Shang Mo was even more surprised. “What did you say? Last night, when we came back, Rong Mo wasn’t at home? That hangover soup…”

Big Mountain quickly explained, “It was I who cooked the hangover soup. After I served it, I left.”

Shang Mo: “…”

How could it be? Was last night another of his dream?

Rong Mo was still a man?

Suddenly, when the fragments of his memories flashed past his mind again, he could no longer recognize the difference between the real and fake.

He thought it was real—that fresh feeling of him penetrating her body as he changed her from a girl to a lady.

However, nobody said that she appeared before.

Shang Mo turned around to face Big Mountain with his eyes squinted dangerously, his eyes screamed warnings of danger. In a serious tone of voice, he asked, “When we came back last night, we really didn’t meet Rong Mo?”

Big Mountain shivered in fear before denying him brazenly. “No, when we came back, there wasn’t a single soul at home!”

Shang Mo’s hand, which was placed on his side, clenched tightly to a fist.

Was last night really a dream? A sweet yet agonizing dream that up until now he had not truly awaken from!

Big Mountain looked at Shang Mo standing at the seashore unmovingly, it was as though he was going to stand there until he grew old. Big Mountain had mixed feelings, he simply didn’t know if he had made the right move.

If Rong Mo was fine and came back, he would then explain the truth to Mr. Shang and would accept whatever punishment Mr. Shang might give him.

During the days when Mr. Rong was still around, Mr. Shang looked happy, thus he silently hoped that Mr. Rong would return home one day. However, if Mr. Rong really left this world and would never come back, he wouldn’t allow this to affect the rest of Mr. Shang’s life.

After Shang Mo returned to the Shang residences, he went to his study room and left Big Mountain in the living room. The cleaner auntie walked over to ask him, “Big Mountain, where’s Mr. Shang?”

“What’s the matter?” asked Big Mountain.

“Mr. Shang had asked me before about Mr. Rong, and I thought Mr. Rong hasn’t come back, but I was tidying the room just now and found Mr. Rong’s clothes…”

Auntie still didn’t know that something had happened to Rong Mo.

Big Mountain’s face suddenly darkened, and then he looked at the auntie, saying, “Dispose of the clothing. Take it as Mr. Rong never coming back.”

Auntie looked back in surprise and was very puzzled. “Why?”

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t know.”

Big Mountain was very tall, muscular, and he had a fierce look. Whenever he had that serious expression on his face, it would scare people away. Auntie was just a maid and thought that it would be better to avoid trouble, hence, she immediately nodded her head.

Half a month has passed and no matter how many people Shang Mo sent to search the sea, there was no news of Rong Mo.

It was such a cold winter day and yet she fell into the sea. Even if she didn’t drown to her death, she might have frozen to death instead. Then again, everyone thought that she was already dead!