Duan Zhiyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks. Then, looking utterly incredulous, he spun around and stared at Li Yichen in shock. "You know my daughter? Who exactly are you?"
"Yes." Li Yichen nodded, then said casually, "I know a girl named Xia."
He pointed at the office building in the distance. "She jumped from that building, but I don't know whether she's your daughter."
"Who... who are you? What do you want?" Duan Zhiyuan's eyes reddened. He tipped his head back, desperately trying to keep his tears from falling.
"We know each other well," Li Yichen said calmly. "We only parted a little while ago."
"What did you say?" Duan Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly widened as he looked at Li Yichen. His face filled with anticipation. "You said... you only parted a little while ago? When was that?"
Su Shengnan looked at Li Yichen in bewilderment. At that moment, she had only one thought: Where did this Xia come from? Who is she?
A glimmer of hope appeared in Duan Zhiyuan's eyes. Looking at Li Yichen, he asked in a trembling voice, "You mean... Xia... she... she isn't dead?"
Li Yichen shook his head. "Xia really did die..."
The light in Duan Zhiyuan's eyes instantly went out.
"But..."
"But what?" Duan Zhiyuan asked, utterly despondent. "Don't tell me you've seen Xia's ghost. I'm not stupid enough to believe that."
"But that's the truth." Li Yichen shrugged.
"Then how can you prove it?" Duan Zhiyuan gave him a sidelong glance. "If you can't prove it, what good does saying it do?"
He resumed walking out, saying as he went, "If you hadn't held me up, I might have seen her by now."
"I can let you see her." Li Yichen shook his head helplessly, thinking, Am I really that hard to believe?