Murderers didn't have to take up a knife, didn't have to end a life with their own hands, they could just use their mouth, their eyes, their fingers; words, gazes, gestures, all of it could converge into an invisible knife that was more hurtful that the real one.
Qin Weizhe was stunned silly by Shi Nian's solemn words. Those mature quotes, paired with her face that still had a bit of baby fat, round cute golden eyes, made Qin Weizhe burst out laughing. "You're right…" He held his stomach, shoulders trembling. "You said it well ah, Shi Nian."
Shi Nian scratched her nose awkwardly.
"Okay then, thank you for your answers." Qin Weizhe said. "...My condolences, Shi Nian."
Shi Nian's hand clenched around the pen. In fact, Li Qing wasn't anyone important in her life. They had only met for a short time and if nothing happened, they would take the university entrance examination and go on their own ways afterward.
