Chapter 67

So she hadn't stopped Qi Yang. What he did was his choice. She just thought letting Lu Li die like that would be too easy on him. She knew he cared about his reputation more than anything. That was why she had started a livestream and made him confess in front of everyone, to be scorned and cursed by the crowd. He deserved all of it. He had deserved it more than ten years ago.

Shen Luoluo answered honestly and told him she had been scared.

Qi Yang's reply came quickly.

[If you can't sleep or have nightmares, call me. I'm always here. I'll do whatever you need.]

[It won't happen again.]

At the same time, in a hospital room.

Qi Yang glanced at his bandaged hand, then at his phone. Even if Shen Luoluo hadn't said it, he knew she must have been frightened.

Anyone who witnessed a killing would be scared. He just didn't know whether it would keep Shen Luoluo awake tonight, or whether she would dream of him covered in blood as he killed someone.

He had known all along that Shen Luoluo could see him, but the moment she pushed the door open, fear still seized him. He hadn't wanted her to see him like that.

He had expected Shen Luoluo to try to talk him out of it, just as Lu Li had said. But she hadn't. She didn't think what he was doing was wrong, nor did she say anything about throwing away his future over a piece of trash. She had simply started a livestream.

Before Shen Luoluo came in, he had thought about driving the broken bottle into Lu Li's neck. He had imagined watching Lu Li beg in agony as blood stained the floor, watching him bleed out bit by