She gradually went quiet, probably from all the crying, or from feeling utterly hopeless.
Pei Ziheng combed her hair with his fingers as he said in a tender voice, "It's all in the past now. From now on, we'll live together blissfully."
Live together blissfully? Things had turned so sour and so much had fallen apart…
There was no going back.
She asked very quietly, "Who's the murderer?"
Pei Ziheng appeared to have expected this question from her. He said, "They haven't found out yet. Don't worry, when they get to the bottom of it, I'll let you know immediately." The murderer was Xia Yu; there was no doubt about it. He had already broken her limbs and tortured her in the basement for countless days and nights, before sending her to the Wang family who hated her to the core. He did not care about what Xia Yu would be going through over at the Wang's. In any case, she wasn't coming back alive.
But he wouldn't let Xia Ling know this.
