"Yanyan, I'm not lying to you, it's the truth… no one would lie about something like this," Huo Mian said, putting a hand on Huo Yanyan's shoulder in an attempt to console her.
"But how did he die? Wasn't he arrested by the police?"
"He committed suicide in prison… he punctured his own throat using chopsticks. He must've felt hopeless and didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a cold cell… What Huo Siyi did this time was incredibly malicious, if sentenced he would have to spend at least two decades in prison. He's almost thirty, so he would be 50 by the time he was released. If that was the case, he wouldn't have much to live for…"
"But his death is still too sudden!" Huo Yanyan fell to the ground weeping.
"Also, I think Ruan Qingqing's death pushed him over the cliff, making him feel even more hopeless. I think Huo Siyi really loved that woman," Huo Mian analyzed.
