"Aiya, it's good that you're not angry! Haha, we'll still be good sisters in the future!"
Zhao Anan said as she reached out to hold Zheng Lun's wrist.
Her wrist was slender and smooth, like the best suet Jade, and it felt very good to the touch.
Zhao Anan touched it for a few seconds and suddenly remembered that Zheng Lun had committed suicide. She raised Zheng Lun's wrists and saw that they were white and tender, like two pieces of art. There were no scars at all.
She threw a suspicious look at Zheng Lun. She wanted to ask Zheng Lun how she had committed suicide, but it was not a good question to ask.
Who would expose other people's scars like this!
Committing suicide was definitely a taboo to the people involved. Zheng Lun had finally gotten over her anger and she couldn't bring that up again to make her sad.
Did Zheng Lun commit suicide by taking sleeping pills?
Zhao Anan thought for a while and felt that it was possible.
