As for whether the Su family had done it or not, she could not determine anything yet. There were many impossible things in this world. What one thought was impossible would always end up slapping one’s own face.
And she did not want to slap her own face. The few people she suspected might be the murderers.
She clenched her hands tightly, and a ball of Hellfire seemed to burn in her pair of blue eyes.
The road to the Netherworld was a little lonely, so she wanted to find a few more people. In any case, her illness could not be cured, so she would not go and treat it.
The number of pedestrians on the street increased compared to the previous few. Yan Huan walked among the pedestrians, still carefully avoiding everyone.
She raised her head, and a cold wind blew on her face. She could still feel the cold as ice and snow. Although it was the new year, the weather was still cold.
Suddenly, a gust of strong wind blew past, lifting up the corner of her clothes.
