"Bai Qing, let me borrow your math workbook. I have two wrong answers I need to correct."
"Oh, sure."
Hearing Chi Jia's voice, Bai Qing set down her gel pen and pulled the workbook from her backpack. But when she handed it over, she did not let go right away.
"Hm?"
"Sorry, I got distracted for a moment." Bai Qing apologized as she finally released it.
"Thinking about him again?" Chi Jia took the workbook and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Bai Qing habitually glanced at the seat beside her. It belonged to another girl now.
Three months had passed since the battle at the construction site, and that had been the last time she saw that figure. When she opened her eyes again, she and the other survivors were already at the police station.
Yet no one believed the story they told. The four bodies found at the construction site had mysteriously vanished that very afternoon. When the police followed her account and stormed into the glass factory, they discovered it had been completely abandoned, with nothing beneath Workshop No. 3.
The good news, however, was that her mother's body and the other clones had vanished as well. In the end, due to the lack of critical evidence and the reappearance of the deceased, the public security authorities dropped the criminal case against her father. Everything that had happened truly seemed like a nightmare that had miraculously disappeared when she woke up.
However, the charges against Zhang Heng—illegally possessing firearms and ammunition, driving without a license, hitting someone with a car in public, and suspected murder—were difficult to clear. He seemed well aware of that. After making a phone call to her grandfather, he vanished without a trace.
The police had not taken it too seriously at first. After all,