The White-dressed Woman Who Suddenly Appeared!

He understood that it was all real, and that he had indeed ended the old man's life with his own hands.

He felt an unprecedented sense of despair and loneliness envelop him, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

Just then, a soft footstep broke the silence in the small house. Xue Lan suddenly looked up and cautiously looked towards the doorway.

A figure slowly walked into the house; it was a woman wearing a white dress.

She stood at the doorway, looking at Xue Lan and the old man lying on the ground with a complicated expression, her face showing shock and confusion.

Instead, she revealed a gentle gaze.

"Xiao Lan, it's alright, it's not your fault!" Xue Lan's voice was warm and sweet, like a spring breeze.

Xue Lan did not answer, but silently lowered her head.

He knew he couldn't explain it all, nor could he face his sister. He felt like an orphan abandoned by the world, huddled alone and helpless in a corner.

However.

Seeing this, the White-dressed Woman slowly walked to Xue Lan's side and squatted down.

She reached out and gently patted Xue Lan's shoulder, trying to offer him some comfort and strength. "Xue Lan, tell me what happened? Why are you here? Why did all this happen? Tell me everything. Just telling me will make you feel much better." Her voice remained gentle.

Xue Lan looked up at the woman's concerned eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes again. He choked out, "I... I don't know... I just... just drank a little bit of wine... and then... and then he touched me... he said... he said he wanted to help me... but..." He couldn't finish his sentence, and tears rolled down his cheeks like broken beads.

The woman frowned upon hearing this, realizing that Xue Lan was currently in a state of extreme fear and confusion.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and then said gently, "Xue Lan, don't be afraid. I'm here with you. Let's face all of this together, okay?"

Xue Lan nodded slightly upon hearing this, but his body was still trembling.

Seeing this, the woman didn't ask any more questions, but simply held Xue Lan's hand tightly, trying to convey some warmth and strength to him.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere in the small house grew increasingly heavy. Xue Lan and the woman fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Xue Lan's mind replayed the scenes of his time with the old man and that terrifying night, filling him with conflict and inner turmoil.

He didn't know how to face all of this, nor did he know what his future held.

Seeing this Ye Jing, Ye Jing felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Although he could see the woman, he knew she was an illusion.

It was Xue Lan who created these hallucinatory figures to protect his own brain.

Just then, a rapid knocking broke the silence inside the cabin.

The woman frowned. He stood up, walked to the door, and looked out through the crack. He saw several constables in official uniforms standing at the door, looking at her with serious expressions.

"Open the door! We are constables!" one of the constables shouted.

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan's heart tightened; he knew he couldn't run away.

He took a deep breath and stood up.

Then the door slowly opened.

Upon seeing this, the constables rushed into the house. When they saw the old man lying on the ground and Xue Lan sitting to the side, their faces showed surprise and confusion.

"What's going on?" a constable asked.

"It was him...it was him who killed the old man..." a constable said, pointing at Xue Lan.

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan trembled violently. He looked up at the constables, his eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

He knew he could no longer escape and could only accept the judgment of fate.

Upon seeing this, the constables immediately stepped forward, restrained Xue Lan, and prepared to take him away. The woman, seeing this, quickly stepped forward and took Xue Lan 'Xue Lan hand; her eyes were filled with concern and reluctance as she looked at him.

"Xue Lan... you must be strong... no matter what happens, I will be by your side..." she whispered.

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his eyes were filled with gratitude and trust as he looked at the woman.

He knew he wasn't alone; there were people who cared about him and were concerned for him.

He held the woman's hand tightly and then slowly let go.

"Okay, sister, don't worry, I'll be out."

Xue Lan nodded emphatically.

The constables were taken aback. What was this guy muttering to himself?

The constables didn't ask any further questions.

They came because someone needed to report it to the police.

Xue Lan turned to look at the gentle woman.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions: gratitude, reluctance, but above all, determination.

When Xue Lan was escorted out of the small house by the constables, it was already late at night. Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled shadows and adding a touch of desolation to the tragedy.

His steps were heavy, each one feeling as if it were treading on his own heart, painful and powerless.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

On both sides of the road, villagers were already standing.

And those who bullied him.

The eyes of everyone who looked at him were filled with fear and disgust.

"Oh dear, isn't this that wretched Xue Lan? He's really getting his just desserts!" an older woman exclaimed sarcastically, her eyes filled with disgust, as if even a glance would taint her senses.

"I knew he was no good. He idled away his days, not only bringing bad luck to himself, but also getting involved with that old man. Now look what's happened, he's ruined someone's life!" A young man spat viciously, his words full of schadenfreude.

"What a misfortune for our family! How could such a scoundrel emerge from our village! He's a disgrace to our ancestors!" An elderly man with white hair shook his head and sighed, his voice filled with disappointment and anger.

Even worse, several bullies who usually harassed Xue Lan laughed even more brazenly, "Hahaha, look at this kid, so arrogant all the time, and now he's a prisoner, serves him right!" They shoved and jostled as they spoke, as if Xue Lan's downfall was their greatest pleasure.

The villagers who had previously been on good terms with the old man were even more agitated, accusing Xue Lan: "That old man was so kind and gentle, always so kind to us younger generations. How could you be so heartless?" "You're utterly depraved, not even sparing the elderly! Have you lost your conscience?"

The children were also affected by the atmosphere. Some were so frightened that they hid behind the adults, while others curiously peeked out and repeated the words "bad guy" and "murderer" in their childish voices, unaware of how heavy and cruel these simple words were to Xue Lan.

Amidst the endless accusations and insults, Xue Lan's face grew increasingly pale. His heart felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand needles, the pain making it hard to breathe.

But he didn't argue; he just silently endured it all, because he knew that in this village filled with prejudice and rumors, any explanation would be futile.

His eyes gradually became empty and desperate, as if the whole world had shut its doors on him.

Only the occasional barking of dogs in the distance seemed to penetrate the door.