After she returned to the hotel, Ji Mianmian wanted to enter her room with Yan Qingsi.
Yan Qingsi looked up and finally said her first sentence, "I can do it myself."
Yan Qingsi's voice was hoarse — it was as if there was sand in her throat. It was hard to listen to.
Ji Mianmian was about to cry. "Sister, let me be with you."
Ji Mianmian regretted leaving Yan Qingsi at the time. She kept thinking that if only she had continued following her, the murderer could not have gotten near her goddess.
Yan Qingsi pushed the door open. "Suit yourself."
Little Xu signaled Ji Mianmian. Ji Mianmian followed and said, "Sister, sleep, I'll stay here with you."
Yan Qingsi entered the toilet, turned on the tap, and the water flowed right into her palms. The bloodstains on her hands were washed off easily.
Yan Qingsi kept rubbing her hands while washing them — her palms were getting more and more red from the rubbing.
