Sikong Ling nodded, then dripped a drop of blood onto the unopened envelope just like Sikong Jing, but there was also no response with them either. The two of them exchanged glances once more, their eyes full of confusion.
Of course, Sikong Jing's mood was slightly better after all, at least it proved that they were indeed his own flesh and blood.
No longer dwelling on it, Sikong Jing spoke softly, "Let's open this letter first. Mother and Father should have some explanations inside."
As he spoke, he began to open the envelope, and a piece of letter paper fell into his hand.
At that moment, Sikong Jing's hands were trembling slightly.
His parents had left them more than ten years ago. What kind of information could be inside, and what he feared the most was... bad news!
He prayed silently in his heart, hoping desperately it was not bad news, not their will!
