"Returning to search for it, wouldn't that just reveal a flaw? Would the person who set the fire be so foolish?"
"If they could leave a ring behind, I think, the person might not be very smart after all."
Tang Huai tried on the ring, her fingers slender, the ring slipping on easily, quite loose.
She shook her hand, and the ring didn't fall off.
Tang Huai took it off, deep in thought.
Wearing such a loose ring, she shook her hand, and still the ring couldn't be flung off.
Could it be that the ring wasn't left behind by the murderer? Or maybe the murderer intentionally left it behind?
Tang Huai was here, diligently searching for the slightest trace left by the murderer.
At the neighboring porridge shop, Jing Xuan had already made his visit.
Peng Cai had woken up very early today.
Last night, Happiness Catering Shop caught fire, and she was delighted!
Today, she had risen early, boiled a large pot of white porridge, stir-fried some pickles, and waited for customers to come.
