Shangguan Ning shivered. She turned pale and tears filled her eyes.
Jing Yichen's heart ached. He took her into his arms and patted her back softly to console her.
After a short while, he heard her speaking in a stable and firm tone, "Who is it, Yichen? I want him to suffer."
She, who had never witnessed or experienced massacre was able to adjust herself within such a short period so that she didn't get immersed in the grief for long. Should he be sad or happy?
"I got the man and I have a recording of his confession. Do you want to see the man or hear the record? There was more than one murderer."
"I want to see the man," Shangguan Ning spoke firmly. A touch of fierceness flashed across her eyes.
