After chatting for a bit, Bai Haoran nodded and, without further greeting to Pei Yunxi, turned and quickly left the hospital.
Jiang Chen approached.
"Don't touch me."
Though she said that, Pei Yunxi still sat comfortably in the wheelchair, making no attempt to evade Jiang Chen's reaching hand.
Jiang Chen removed a fluffy little fruit that had landed in her hair and gestured to her with it.
In July and August, it was the season when the French parasol trees bore fruit.
"Did you catch the gunman?"
Pei Yunxi looked up and asked.
Jiang Chen shook his head, threw away the parasol fruit, and said softly, "Takagi Gentarou is dead."
Pei Yunxi was taken aback.
"...Did you do it?"
Jiang Chen gave a wry smile.
"Do you think it's possible? Am I that heartless? He was no ordinary person. If I had done it, we'd be preparing to flee by now."
"Then how did he die?"
Pei Yunxi was equally shocked.
