I don't know how long it had been before she said this to Mu Jin Huan, "Although it was Yu Qinglu who dragged me down on top of her, that dagger... It really was me who stabbed it in."
Actually, Nan Wan knew, even though his eyes and features were rarely gentle, he was very careful to avoid mentioning what happened in that villa.
But... the muscles in his arm were always tense, never relaxing for a moment.
He must be thinking of ways to clear her of the charges.
Excessive self-defense leading to the other's death?
But Yu Qinglu never actually harmed her, nor did they have any fierce arguments, so where does self-defense come into play?
Involuntary manslaughter?
That... also means imprisonment.
In a place where Nan Wan couldn't see, Mu Jin Huan's well-defined features seemed to carry an icy coldness, his dark eyes as gloomy as a night sky gathering rain.
