Standing in the darkness, leaning against the door panel, listening to the footsteps of the bodyguards outside passing by the door.
Luo Xiaoqian's eyes flash once more with that blood-stained photo, her heart aching sharply again.
Zimo, her Zimo, is he really dead?!
The note stuffed inside her bra presses hard against her skin, and with a thought, Luo Xiaoqian quickly steps into the bathroom, turns on the light, swiftly locks the door, and takes out the note from her clothes.
On it, the handwriting is so familiar it goes to the bone, indeed written by Leng Zimo without a doubt.
When was this note written, and when was that photo taken by Luo Ke?!
Luo Xiaoqian can't determine which of these two things happened first.
No, Zimo can't be dead, he can't be; this must be Luo Ke's ploy to deceive her, that Leng Zimo must be fake, that photo must be fake!
Luo Xiaoqian cannot accept such a fact, so instinctively she thinks everything in a positive direction.
