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Du Qian didn't know what she was doing anymore. She was currently staying in a hotel, in a room that directly faced Isabella. It was from this very room that the American detective she had hired had taken photos of Wanqing and Mu Tianying together.

She swiveled around to sit on the couch, stared blankly for a while, then picked up an open black leather notebook on the desk. It was a hodgepodge of scribbles written in black ballpoint pen. Some parts were blotted out entirely in black ink, others crossed out, and some circled with stars drawn beside them.

This was her diary of crimes.

The moment she received the picture of Wanqing and Mu Tianying, countless thoughts flashed across her mind, some of which she quickly dismissed. She realized she was not perfect at planning, and so had to jot her thoughts down in her notebook. After that, she screened them, rubbing out or crossing out the inadequate ones, and leaving behind only the flawless ones.

That was how she killed Xu Kewei.