We saw Du Yuwei again in the surveillance footage.
She was the one who had put the Ash Urns and memorial portraits in my cabinet.
But the footage didn't show exactly how she had done it. Both surveillance cameras in the shop had malfunctioned at the same time after she arrived.
"What is she trying to do?"
Meng Yifan shut down the computer, still shaken. "Didn't she come looking for you before, asking you to give her the Ash Urns back? Now she's handing them over herself. Doesn't she want to come back to life anymore?"
I sat numbly in the chair, a cigarette between my fingers, leaving it unlit for a long time.
We couldn't make any sense of Du Yuwei's actions, let alone work out what she was thinking now that she was a ghost.
Previously, after I fled the villa with those two Ash Urns, I had spent a night at a hotel. Du Yuwei had come to demand those two things from me then.
At the time, I thought she was working with Du Ruhai, and since Du Ruhai could resurrect her through Seven Deaths for a Life, she had to get the Ash Urns back.
But after reading her diary last night, I had a rough idea of how she had lived all these years and what she had gone through mentally.
In fact, she had never developed feelings for Du Ruhai, nor did she have Stockholm syndrome as Song Xiaotian had suggested. From beginning to end, she had simply been unable to resist Du Ruhai and could only submit.
Now she was dead, had recovered her childhood memories, and knew that Du Ruhai was her enemy.
Having broken with Du Ruhai so resolutely and escaped the villa where he had imprisoned her, she could