He Jingyao couldn't help but laugh, once again embracing her and letting her tears smear all over his shirt collar.
Smelling his scent, Su Zixi's emotions gradually eased. She lifted her head, somewhat embarrassedly wiping her tears, and stammered, "Jingyao, what should we do now?"
He Jingyao reached out his hand to carefully wipe the tears from her face, "Xia Xinyu still hasn't decided what she wants from me; she wouldn't dare actually kill anyone."
Su Zixi pursed her lips, "Seeing her go crazy like this, it's hard to say."
There's no logic or reasoning with a madman.
"Yes, fortunately, she still has a weakness." He Jingyao curved the corners of his lips.
"He Yizheng?" Su Zixi suddenly remembered something: "Did you know that she had an abortion a few days ago? That child must have been He Yizheng's. I saw her that day when I went to see Yushan, and I meant to tell you, but... but I forgot!"
As she spoke, frustration filled her face.