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"As long as it's a way that makes you comfortable, I will do it. Speak up, okay?"
"I... thought of Sister Xue..." Xing Ling's voice was hoarse.
Ye Sihan held her without moving, listening.
"Back then, I also witnessed Sister Xue lying in a pool of blood." Tears rolled down Xing Ling's cheeks, "She died because of me... I don't understand why..."
Finding the murderer who killed Li Xue was also a thorn in Ye Sihan's side.
The murderer appeared to be very professional, hiding very well.
As time went by, it became even harder to catch them.
"It's my fault, I can't even find a murderer." Ye Sihan said gravely.
Suppressing the rage within.
Xing Ling didn't speak.
But she knew it wasn't Ye Sihan's fault.
It was the murderer who was too cunning.
She was too useless...
Meng Jilin continued to care for his cats in his villa.
