After leaving Fengshan Women's Prison, Nan Fei squatted on the curb, deep in thought for a long time. Liu Yongxia's reaction had intensified her confusion, making the doubts in her heart grow. Yet, she had no reason to let it go, and Zhuanzhuan was indeed very good, outstanding, and well-behaved.
As her elder sister, she was here doubting her.
Doubting what?
Not a good person? Or… the mastermind behind the scenes?
When had it started? Was it when Jiang Yang and Zhuanzhuan went to the riverbank together and fell into the river? Or was it when she herself had died in her past life? Or maybe the event dated further back. Everything returned to her previous life, back to when all the tragedies had taken place.
Nan Fei closed her eyes, immersing all her thoughts in the vast sea of memories. She let every event from her past life emerge clearly in her mind, not missing any details.
