five minutes later.

Ling Xiao pulled off Zhu Shan's T-shirt, straightened it carefully, then picked her up and turned her around to face forward.

He rubbed the moisture at the corners of her eyes with his fingers and reminded kindly, "The real murderer is here."

Zhu Shan's thoughts were still a little slow. When she heard him speak, she brushed her hands and raised her eyes to watch TV.

But her eyes were not focused.

Ling Xiao glanced at her unusually ...