It was already August, and the night carried the chill of autumn.
Li Youjue spoke while flying at high speed: "I told her long ago not to hang the Qing brand anymore, not to involve herself in cases. We could have arranged a good future for her. But old Wu said, she's the last bloodline of the Lin Family and should make her own decisions… Over the years, she's relied on medication to face corpses, and yet she's become quite an outstanding Qing brand catcher."
"Indeed… extremely outstanding," Jiang Wang responded.
"But she's too stubborn. She struggles with others, and she struggles with herself. This world isn't only about clues and answers, nor is it solely about cases. She takes her father as her role model, but what was the outcome of that role model?"
Li Youjue's question left Jiang Wang unsure of what to say.
He suddenly remembered.
Back in the morgue, Lin Youxie had suddenly called him to lend a hand.
Was it possible… that she was afraid herself?
