Jian Si sat in the car, feeling utterly exhausted. She closed her eyes, but Feng Piaopiao’s face kept appearing before her.
Just a few days ago, they were sitting by the road eating lamb skewers, chatting and laughing. In the blink of an eye, her beautiful friend was gone, leaving only mories in a changed world.
The car was exceptionally quiet, as if it shut out the noisy dust of the world. Nan Zhan glanced at the woman sitting beside him, her whole body shrinking into the seat, fragile as if a touch would break her.
He handed her a tissue.
Jian Si saw his long-fingered hand and gratefully took it: "Thank you."
"Tell , what kind of person was Feng Piaopiao? It might help us find the murderer," he murmured, lighting a cigarette and lowering the window slightly.
Jian Si looked out the window, where there were two large locust trees. On the day she moved, Feng Piaopiao said she liked the sll of locust blossoms, so she chose a house very close to these trees, so close that in spring, opening a window would fill the room with their scent.
"Piaopiao’s father died when she was five. Her mother remarried, and she didn’t get along well with her stepfather, never ntioning him in front of . She dropped out of high school and got to know many societal figures. To others, she was a rebellious girl, ill-behaved, but to , she was kind-hearted and straightforward, though hot-tempered and never admitting defeat. That’s why she quarreled with your mother last ti. I always felt there was a reason behind her dropping out, but she never talked about it." Jian Si detailed the emotional entanglent between Feng Piaopiao and Jian Chuan, knowing that soone as ticulous as Nan Zhan would surely find so crucial clues.
Feng Piaopiao should not die in vain; she should have justice.
After she finished, Nan Zhan fell silent. After a long ti, he turned to look at her again, his dark eyes flickering eerily, causing a shiver in Jian Si’s heart.
"Do you already know who the murderer is?"
"Without evidence, everything is still just speculation," he said, taking the used tissue from her and throwing it into the bin, "Let’s go, Zhengzheng is at ho alone."
Jian Si was surprised. When had he started caring so much about Zhengzheng? But after being surprised, it confird the suspicions in her mind, making her feel uneasy.
When she returned ho, Jian Si did not ntion Feng Piaopiao’s murder to Zhengzheng. Although he was bold and ticulous, she didn’t want the harsh realities to affect his life yet.
Jian Si had no heart to paint. Every ti she picked up a brush, tears would uncontrollably fall.
To this day, she had seen Feng Piaopiao’s body, but still couldn’t believe it—such a vibrant person had left her forever. Never again would such an exaggerated yet sensitive girl appear in her life.
Her only best friend, the only one she could confide in, how could she not feel sad and heartbroken?
Jian Si locked herself in her room, scrolling through the photos of them together on her phone. Behind the screen, she touched that beautiful, young face, and tears inevitably stread down.
Farewell, Piaopiao. May you find true love and happiness in that other world.
In the evening, Nan Yu called. He said that Ni Yuanchen had been ruled out as a suspect. He had indeed gone to Feng Piaopiao’s apartnt on the day of the incident and had an argunt with her at the door, and the shoeprint was his. However, Feng Piaopiao had pushed him out in the end. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but before he got the chance, she was already dead. He had an alibi for the ti of Feng Piaopiao’s murder. The investigation confird he was telling the truth, as several people could testify for him; as for Jian Chuan, naturally there was no need to ntion him, he was at a cri scene during that ti, and police could vouch for that. Now, only the mysterious third person remains, who entered Feng Piaopiao’s apartnt and was warmly received by her, ultimately seizing the mont to ruthlessly murder her.
Simultaneously, Nan Yu brought another piece of news concerning Feng Piaopiao’s stepfather, Feng Qingzhong.
These were things Jian Si did not know, of course, Feng Piaopiao could never have told her such a sordid past.
After hanging up the phone, Jian Si couldn’t pull herself out of her mories. She had sighed and been disappointed over Feng Piaopiao’s lack of self-love before, and had wondered if there was so unspeakable addiction she had. She had not expected the truth to be so cruel.
After all the hardships she had endured, behind the glamour seen by others, she bore the sadness and destruction alone.
Jian Si had always thought she was her best friend, and now she realized that she had done far too little for her.
Jian Si was sitting in her room, deep in sorrow, when a gentle knock on the door made her sit up from the bed: "Co in."
Nan Zhan pushed the door open. The room was pitch black, even the curtains were tightly closed, and it took him a bit to locate the woman’s silhouette in the corner between the bed and the window.
Nan Zhan closed the door and walked over, from a distance, he could hear the soft sobs.
Won really do like to vent their emotions with tears.
Jian Si noticed soone had co in, she wiped her eyes with a tissue and looked up.
The room was very dark, only a faint shadow could be seen.
Soon, soone sat down on the bed beside her, his long legs stretched out in front of her, the fabric of his pants brushing against her legs.
He said nothing, nor did Jian Si; the two just sat there quietly, in the cramped space, each other’s breathing audible.
Jian Si knew that this proud and aloof man was not one to offer comfort, she hadn’t expected any from him, but just his re presence sohow made her feel at ease, and her heart, which had been fluctuating ever since she received the bad news, gradually cald down.
Not knowing how long they had been sitting, Jian Si finally felt that she couldn’t continue to waste ti like this. She still hadn’t finished going through the previous docunts, and there might still be witnesses in Feng Piaopiao’s case.
Thinking this, she stood up, but having sat for too long, her legs were numb, and she stumbled forward,
"Thud thud,"
There was a knock on the door followed by Zhengzheng’s voice: "Sis."
Jian Si was startled, quickly climbed off Nan Zhan, in her panic, grabbed a blanket and threw it on him, whispering, "Please, don’t speak."
Nan Zhan suddenly had a blanket thrown over his head, his handso face imdiately clouded over, anwhile, he heard Jian Si opening the door.
"Is it thundering? Are you scared?" Zhengzheng asked considerately.
"Scared, I’ll go sleep in your room."
Then, the door closed, and the room returned to silence.
Nan Zhan abruptly sat up,
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Jian Si held Zhengzheng, listening to the rain outside, who was already asleep, nestled in her arms breathing evenly, like a little squirrel.
She stroked his short hair, then touched his little face, actually without looking closely, his eyebrows and eyes were almost seventy to eighty percent similar to Nan Zhan’s.
The rain grew heavier, thunder mixed with lightning.
Jian Si had a very long dream, and it was so vivid.
In the dream, she sat outside the door of the ICU, curled up like a cooked shrimp.
Before she turned eighteen, her life was so colorful, with loving parents, excellent family conditions, she was both talented and good-looking with a promising future ahead.
She was the darling daughter in her parents’ eyes, the good child in her teachers’ eyes, and a great beauty in boys’ eyes.
Originally she could have continued to live happily, attend a prestigious university, find a decent job after graduation, marry a husband who loved her and whom she loved, have children, take care of her parents—a perfect life as she imagined.
However, everything changed, because of a car accident, she fell from heaven into hell.
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