Don't Trust Her

What Xiao Qian said overturned everything that had happened in the past.

She spoke with absolute certainty, as if declaring it to be the truth.

Chang Nian stared at him with a strange look, seemingly corroborating Xiao Qian's account from the side.

Ji Li brushed the wounds on his face and took his phone from his pocket, opening the call records.

There were only two communications, both text messages from Yu Guo, all records concerning the handling of the abused woman.

Yet the two calls Fang Shenyan had made to Yu Guo for help did not exist on the phone at all.

Eeriness and unease instantly filled Ji Li's heart. He raised his hands, only to find them empty.

Xiao Qian and Chang Nian's voices asking him questions seemed to grow farther and farther away, while a heavy, oppressive sensation threatened to knock him down.

Then his vision was completely swallowed by darkness.

Before passing out, he heard the startled cries of the two women beside him, along with Chang Nian's slightly weary face.

After snowing for two days and two nights, it finally stopped in the dead of night.

Shanming City had long been dressed in the colors of winter, cold and charming.

The extreme weather, unseen for many years, made the night even more frigid.

Ji Li lay on a comfortable bed and slowly opened his eyes as a ray of moonlight fell across his hair.

Through his blurred vision, a graceful figure stood by the window, admiring the bright moon she had not seen in a long time.

His consciousness was muddled from having slept too long.

His brain seemed not to have resumed functioning after the prolonged coma, leaving him unable to control his limbs.

His throat was dry and in severe pain, a sign