"I know," Lu Yi felt his voice was faint, as if drifting from afar, yet distinctly close at hand. He said, "What you want to know, you already know."
Shen Heyu was stunned.
She had not expected him to admit it directly, about the matter concerning Shen Fanshuang.
And she had not yet mentioned a word.
"I thought you would still lie to me."
"There's no need, is there?"
"Having reached this point today, there indeed is no need."
"So, your visit this time, in fact, is meaningless."
Shen Heyu gazed deeply at his back. Perhaps because they were not facing each other and she couldn't see his expression, she felt that this mode of communication was hindered. Shen Jiangli, as if sensing something, suddenly turned around on the hospital bed and looked at Shen Heyu.
His gaze was unprecedentedly deep and icy, carrying a profound sense of defeat and despair.
"Your sister was indeed, accidentally killed by my man."
