Feng Tianlan's heart involuntarily skipped a beat. He could not have assassinated Shen Yunya, could he?
Come to think about it, that would not be possible either. He did not know that Shen Yunya was her murderer.
He Lianhuang looked up and smiled in an especially weird and horrifying way, then he said, "The night before I returned home, I went grave-digging. I went to dig up Dai'er's grave!"
He went to dig a grave. Who could understand that feeling? Someone he cared deeply for, dead and buried there, should have been resting in peace, but he had to go and dig up her grave; he had no choice but to dig up her grave.
Hearing what he just said, Feng Tianlan's heart lurched. Her pupils shrank as she looked incredulously at He Lianhuang. He actually went to dig up a grave?
