She responded to him with the utmost passion.
As though she was prepared to be buried with him in desolation.
Willingly accompanying him into the depths of Hell without a single word of reproach.
"Ruanruan—"
"Ruanruan—"
His persistent voice, undisguised and penetrating, echoed in her ears, etched deep into her bones, piercing her soul.
Jiang Ruan suddenly laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, enduring the pain, she whispered into his ear.
"Fu Chi, I am willing to walk through the underworld with you."
...
It was a boundless night.
Gradually, the sky began to lighten, daylight piercing through the clouds, spilling on to the earth, infusing the whole world with vitality and brightness.
Early morning.
8:00.
The Criminal Investigation Unit.
An off-road vehicle stopped at the entrance.
Lu Yiyu stepped out of the car.
He played with a metallic lighter in his hand, occasionally clicking the lid open and shut, which made a "click-click" sound.
