Ye Qi'an froze. "Is there a problem?"
Instead of answering, Ye Xunzhi asked, "Third Brother, what's that senior colleague's name?"
Ye Qi'an sensed something was wrong now too. His carefree little sister was rarely this serious. He said,
"Song Wei. Wei as in the character for weft."
It really is him. The culprit who'll blow Third Brother up in the future.
For the first time, Ye Qi'an failed to keep his expression under control, and unmistakable astonishment surfaced on his face.
Unfortunately, Ye Xunzhi was already immersed in her own world and failed to notice.
Her mind was filled with images from the past: atop a rooftop, a man elegantly drew his bow across a violin.
"Do you like it? The finale I'm playing for you."
"Why... was it you?"
"Why couldn't it be me? Little one, don't look at me with such hatred. I'm still very fond of you. It really hurts to see you like this."
"Hypocrite."
"Yes, hypocritical indeed. But what can I do? I'm simply that despicable. Still, cheer up, little one. As the saying goes, explosions are art. Your brother died quite beautifully in that explosion."
If his aim had been to provoke her, Ye Xunzhi had to admit that he had succeeded spectacularly.
But he hadn't gotten off lightly either. Ye Xunzhi's weakness back then had all been an act. At first, she had only been suspicious and wanted to test him. Once she learned the truth, she seized the opportunity to turn the tables and strike back.
She had stabbed him in the heart. Even now, she could almost see his face, shocked and contorted in excruciating pain.
His final words echoed in her ears: "The heart, huh? You certainly know where to aim..."
*Anatomically speaking, after getting stabbed in the heart, he