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"Evidence..." Lu Yunting repeated, his brows tightly knit together. "But since Zhao Tianyu can destroy the evidence, where should we look for it?" He clenched his fists, feeling a wave of helplessness.
Su Yuqing gently stroked Lu Yunting's hand, speaking softly, "Don't worry, let's think calmly about where your mother might have left clues."
Lu Yunting closed his eyes, trying hard to recall the moments from his mother's life. In his memories, she was always gentle and loving, filled with a passion for music, and they often communicated their feelings through music.
"The orphanage!" Lu Yunting suddenly opened his eyes wide, a spark of realization flashing in them. "My mother often volunteered at an orphanage; she loved the children there and frequently taught them to sing."
Su Yuqing's eyes lit up. "Are you saying your mother might have hidden the evidence at the orphanage?"
Lu Yunting nodded firmly. "There's no time to waste; we need to go to the orphanage now."
Under the night sky of Starsea City, neon lights flickered as cars flowed like a river, creating a scene of prosperity. However, behind this glamorous facade lay hidden darkness and crime.
Lu Yunting drove his black sports car swiftly through the night. Su Yuqing sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window, her mind racing with thoughts. In five years, Starsea City had changed dramatically, but her love for Lu Yunting remained unwavering.
The car finally stopped in front of an orphanage called Hope House. The night was deep, and the orphanage was silent, with only a few dim lights swaying in the night breeze.
Lu Yunting and Su Yuqing got out of the car and walked side by side toward the orphanage's entrance. The door was unlocked; with a gentle push, it creaked open, as if telling tales of time gone by.
As they entered the orphanage, a faint smell of disinfectant filled the air. In the center of the yard stood a tall phoenix tree, its branches lush and sprawling, providing shade from the sun. Beneath it were several stone benches, evoking images of children playing joyfully in its shade.
"My mother used to often teach children to sing under this tree." Lu Yunting walked to the sycamore tree, reaching out to touch its rough trunk, as if he could feel the lingering warmth of his mother.
Su Yuqing watched Lu Yunting's lonely figure, a pang of sorrow filling her heart. She stepped forward and gently held Lu Yunting's hand, offering him silent comfort.
Lu Yunting turned to look at Su Yuqing, his eyes filled with gratitude. He took a deep breath, suppressing the sadness within him, and began to carefully search through the orphanage, holding Su Yuqing's hand.
They checked each room one by one, leaving no corner unexamined. Time passed second by second, yet they found no clues.
"Could it be that we guessed wrong?" Su Yuqing couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
"That can't be. I believe my mother must have left a clue here," Lu Yunting said firmly, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally landing on a painting on the wall.
It was a colorful drawing made by children, full of childlike joy. In the painting, a kind-looking female figure was surrounded by children, her face radiating happiness.
"This is..." Su Yuqing also noticed the painting, her heart stirring.
Lu Yunting approached the painting and observed it closely. He noticed that the female figure seemed to be holding a book in her hands.
"A book?" Lu Yunting reached out to touch the book in the painting and suddenly felt a raised spot with his fingertip. His heart raced as he quickly took the painting down.
On the back of the painting was a small hidden compartment containing an exquisite wooden box.
Lu Yunting eagerly opened the wooden box, and a faint scent of wood wafted out. Inside lay a diary and an antique-style key. The cover of the diary had yellowed with age, and in elegant handwriting were the words " Yunting, my treasure," which was his mother's handwriting. Lu Yunting's eyes instantly filled with tears as he gently stroked the cover of the diary, as if he were caressing his mother's face.
"Is this... your mother's diary?" Su Yuqing asked, her voice trembling slightly.
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