"I don't know." Xue Jinxu blurted out, aghast from the young man's revelation and inquiry. "I sincerely wish I could help but she didn't come to me or notify me of her plans. Honestly, if you didn't come today and tell me I wouldn't have any idea."
Zhu Li Qiang called Xue Jinxu to meet one day in December. From Hangzhou, he left in a devastated state that morning, upon the realization that he had indeed reached a pointless case there.
Xue Jinxu's words pricked Zhu Li Qiang's already swollen heart. His eyes flickered with unshed tears as he was losing hope.
'Where can she be?'
