Song Yanqing's gaze tightly fixed on Xie Ruotong.
This is probably the last chance he'll ever have to see her.
Once dead, there will be no more seeing.
As for her visiting his grave, it's nothing more than his own comforting delusion.
He said, "I did not kill your grandmother."
Still wanting to clear his own name.
Even if in her heart he has become the utmost reprehensible, he still wanted her to know, he did not kill her grandmother.
"Xie Ruilin has long since confessed," In response to Song Yanqing's denial, Xie Ruotong remained devoid of any emotional fluctuation, "Xie Ruiyao confessed as well."
Xie Ruotong's eyes were telling him.
His sophistry was but a joke to her.
It made no difference whatsoever.
Song Yanqing lowered his gaze.
Indeed.
What he says now, does it matter.
Whatever he says, would Xie Ruotong believe him.
"Confessed?!" Seeing his demeanor, Xie Ruotong sneered coldly.
