Jian Si sat in the car, feeling utterly exhausted. She closed her eyes, but Feng Piaopiao's face kept appearing before her.
Just a few days ago, they were sitting by the road eating lamb skewers, chatting and laughing. In the blink of an eye, her beautiful friend was gone, leaving only memories in a changed world.
The car was exceptionally quiet, as if it shut out the noisy dust of the world. Nan Zhan glanced at the woman sitting beside him, her whole body shrinking into the seat, fragile as if a touch would break her.
He handed her a tissue.
Jian Si saw his long-fingered hand and gratefully took it: "Thank you."
"Tell me, what kind of person was Feng Piaopiao? It might help us find the murderer," he murmured, lighting a cigarette and lowering the window slightly.
