"An ordinary person, not worth mentioning."
Shiba didn't believe her nonsense and became more vigilant in his heart. It was terrifying how well she knew about WT.
"It seems you haven't figured out what I said last time yet."
Shiba stared at her coldly: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?" Ming Jing frowned, seeming somewhat puzzled.
"I want an answer… an answer that will put her soul to rest."
Shiba was confused. Who was she? What answer?
The young girl looked into the distance, her expression somewhat difficult to describe, and Shiba's cold heartstrings were gently touched.
He pursed his lips, asking, "Who is she?"
"A friend."
"Is she dead?"
"Yes."
"How did she die?"
The girl hooked her lips, her smile lighter than the clouds in the sky.
