"Ling Xi, you are very smart, just as smart as she was," he lamented, sadly recognizing that she was ultimately not her sister.
Ou Cheng's laugh carried a sense of recklessness, yet it also seemed helpless.
After all, it was a choice made out of his own ignorance.
"How did she die?" Ling Xi's icy gaze hardened. Had it been before, she might have simply thought that it was all because Lou Yun couldn't bear the fact Anran had feelings for Ling Xi herself, which led her to harbor thoughts of assassination. But now, thinking about it, did Lou Yun really have the guts?
And everything had occurred just so perfectly, so logically—along with her assignment at the time.
All the swirling thoughts in her mind seemed to start connecting, slowly surfacing bit by bit.
"She was killed by a woman, or you might say... killed for love," Ou Cheng sneered, his face showing contempt, though it was unclear whom it was directed at.
