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"Are you interested in hearing about a murder case?"
"Yeah, my grandmother used to tell me about all kinds of cases."
Mai Xiaomai described Luo Yi's situation to him.
Qiao Chutian listened attentively until she finished, his eyes showing no ripple of emotion as he said indifferently, "As the deceased has passed away, you should not be saddened."
"Yeah."
Mai Xiaomai nodded, but she felt somewhat sad in her heart.
Seeing her expression, Qiao Chutian did not know what to say. After thinking for a bit, he said, "I brought back a honeydew melon. Come down and eat."
"Yeah."
Mai Xiaomai got up from the bed.
As the wounds on her feet were healing, she dared not place her entire foot flat on the floor. Just like a ballerina, she tiptoed slowly across the room.
However, her movements were not as graceful as a ballerina's; instead, she resembled a penguin, which made Qiao Chutian want to laugh.
Going down the stairs was the most painful thing for Mai Xiaomai.
