"I've always been clueless about what those two were up to, but judging from your reaction now, as well as the letter Ji Lin wrote to me..."
Angelica turned her head, her cold yet stunning face looking at Lin Xian:
"[The murder of Ji Lin's parents, and that thing they have been chasing... is it all the doings of this organization called the Genius Club?]"
...
Lin Xian said nothing.
He looked at the key he was holding in his hand, feeling its warmth gradually fade away:
"I don't know."
He whispered softly.
He still wouldn't answer any of Angelica's questions; that would be irrational and unsafe.
Angelica wanted to know the truth about Ji Lin's death, but that was her problem, not his.
"If you really are Ji Lin's friend, you should tell me."
Angelica frowned, her gaze fixed on Lin Xian.
"If I really were Ji Lin's friend, I would have even more reason not to tell you."
Lin Xian turned his head, looking into Angelica's brown eyes:
