I hardened my scalp and took her home. Lin Lan changed her pajamas. The woman stayed in our house all night.

This night, no matter how I could not sleep, the news of Li Xuefei's assassination always appeared in my heart.

Early the next morning, Li Xuehan woke up early, but he was surprisingly calm, totally unlike the weak and helpless look of last night when he was drunk.

She was sitting on the sofa with a blank face, looking at the air, her eyes flashing in succession, as if she was making a difficult decision, and her heart was very entangled.

I sat across from her. Li Xuefei looked...