Li Xu was not deeply influenced by Jia Ling as a person.
He vaguely remembered her tomboyish tendencies, average appearance, but youthful vitality, a brilliant and sunny smile. She was naturally optimistic, somewhat naive, carefree!
But the body of Jia Ling was a completely different sight!
Her face was delicate, features more elegant, colored a hue of blue and purple. Her eyes, now dull, stared lifelessly at the sky. Under the shroud, her body should have been naked, the cause of death being a massive penetrating wound in her chest, undoubtedly the handiwork of Lin Xiaomeng.
Whether Jia Ling was dead or why she died, and why Lin Xiaomeng would kill her, Li Xu honestly didn't care much. In his heart, Lin Xiaomeng was much more important than Jia Ling.
However, no matter what, Jia Ling was also an old-timer, once a teammate of Li Xu, so at least outwardly, Li Xu had to handle this matter justly, especially since...