Chu Anqing propped her chin, pondering...
"Senior Lin Xian, did you paint this picture at the last minute to extract Ji Lin's testimony by playing on his emotions and persuading him?"
"Or..."
"Did you have this painting already finished early on, but you didn't want to give it to Ji Lin at that time, so you falsely claimed you were too busy with work to finish it?"
Chu Anqing shook her head.
It was inscrutable.
However.
She preferred to believe...
The painting had been completed early on, hadn't it?
...
Shanxi, Xi'an, on the outskirts of the city, a low house.
Liu Feng picked up the photo frame on the table.
Inside was the graduation photo of him and Li Qiqi, clad in their gowns; the two of them had taken it in front of the school library. It was their last photo together.
He folded the stand behind the photo frame, packed it and the other items on the table into his backpack.
Liu Feng grabbed his suitcase beside him.
Looking at the room—neat and tidy, cleaned out...
