More than two years ago, the old story was revisited, and the man covered in wounds at the bottom of the cliff was still vividly clear in her mind.
"Where there's profit, there's slaughter. This world never lacks madmen." Jing Jihan glanced at her: "The business district in Hong Kong is a typical place where people eat human blood buns. Jiang City isn't much more peaceful either; people kill without seeing blood."
What Shi Su was thinking was only superficial. After all, she had just survived a life-and-death ordeal today and learned that those who were injured along with her had already died on the spot.
Now, having been alone with Jing Jihan here for so long, her mood is... hard to say exactly how complicated, but indeed unable to be calm.
She sat back down on the chair beside the hospital bed: "So I was right not to return to Imperial Capital the Shi Family."
