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Lin Yuan shuddered, feeling a coldness spreading across her back. Had Lin Yongle become so foolish that he still remembered it was her who broke his leg?

Actually, when she first laid hands on him, she had contemplated that Lin Yongle might come to settle the score with her, but she had her own excuses. At that time, Lin Yongle had been wearing a mask, and she could claim she had no idea who it was, and since they were the ones picking a quarrel, even if she admitted it, others wouldn't think she was at fault.

But what she hadn't expected was Lin Yongle becoming dumb and dazed in prison. Was she also to blame for such an uncontrollable event?

Lin Yuan's heart sank. She didn't feel responsible for Lin Yongle's death, nor was she planning to share her suspicions with anyone.

Just as she was thinking, people had already started to pay New Year's visits outside. The first was Lin Jiaxin's apprentice, Lin Changqing, followed by Lan Hua.