Ji Fan knew that after he gave the answer, it would be very difficult for her to accept... After all, she had always treasured the music box, thinking it was a gift from her father.
But the truth was quite the opposite.
"The person who sent you the music box, and left a note at the bottom, didn't do it for you to see. There were many who questioned Lian Jie's cause of death, and the likelihood of the music box being leaked from your hands was especially high... This way, others would think Lian Jie wasn't dead, and wouldn't trace it back to him."
Ji Fan's explanation made Lian Xinying suddenly come back to her senses.
"The handwriting on the note? That's my dad's writing!" Lian Xinying, out of excitement, raised her voice a lot.
As her voice grew louder, it directly affected the wound on her face.
Tears slid out from the corners of her pained eyes, glistening.
This pain was no different from a knife slicing through flesh.
