Murderer

Leroy squatted there, watching her cry and shout, allowing her to tear his clothes fiercely and question him repeatedly. This time, he didn't explain anything, nor did he defend himself.

No matter how many times he'd explained it to her, she would not believe it.

Everyone in the world could distrust him, but Reyna couldn't.

But it just so happened that Reyna distrusted him the most.

Therefore, no matter how much he said, it was useless.

In the end, he already disdained to explain for himself.

Reyna cried for a long time, and her voice turned hoarse. Julia woke up from her dream because of Reyna's cry and came to ask her worriedly, "Miss Reyna, what's wrong? Why are you crying so hard? You... Don't cry anymore. If you keep crying, your eyes will go blind."

Reyna's cries indeed trailed off. At last, she could only sob, but the tears still streamed down on and on.

She held her legs tightly with both hands. Her nails sank into her thighs, but she didn't seem to feel any pain.