Qi Wen had said earlier that the people from Ice Phoenix Island had already taken Li Longchuan's body and were on their way back to Linzi.
Jiang Wang had instinctively assumed that Li Fengyao had personally escorted Li Longchuan home.
But the moment he saw Li Fengyao, he vaguely remembered... what kind of woman Li Fengyao was.
She was not the sort of woman who shut herself away, hugged her knees, wept quietly, and mourned in silence. With Li Fengyao's temperament, how could she silently carry a corpse home?
"You're here," Li Fengyao said.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face, carved like ice, was pale as frost, as though the light of heaven itself had frozen over.
She shone brilliantly, yet for the first time, she seemed fragile.
"Sister Fengyao." Jiang Wang stepped forward. "I thought... you'd gone back to Linzi."
"The man is dead. The body has been examined. Beyond emotion, a corpse holds no meaning." Li Fengyao spoke coldly. Her gaze shifted back to the ice beneath her feet. The refracted light of the ice, the desolate stillness in those beautiful eyes—it was as if this frozen sea could freeze something, preserve something.
Yet nothing remained.
"I was a Green Badge Constable for a time. I'm reopening the investigation into this matter," Jiang Wang said.
"So am I," Li Fengyao said lightly.
Everything had already settled like dust, yet there were still people searching for answers.
It was not that they were certain something was wrong with it all, but that they needed to confirm it in their own way—
To confirm how those they loved most had departed.
When all was said and done, this was merely a farewell with no other choice.
They could no longer drink and sing loudly together; they could no longer see each other