"Yanyan, time to take your medicine."
An Yan lifted her eyelids slightly and then closed them again.
Fu Shiyan slipped his arm under her neck, propped her up, pushed a small pill into her mouth, and then fed her a sip of water.
He gently set her down, placed the cup on the bedside table, changed into his house clothes, and then lay down to sleep with her.
The next day, An Yan opened her eyes, feeling sore all over.
She sat up and glanced at the nightstand. There was a cup and a strip of medicine with one pill missing—evidently, Fu Shiyan had fed it to her.
At that moment, the cell phone on the nightstand began to buzz.
She picked it up and saw it was Bi Chong.
"Boss!"
"What's wrong?" An Yan frowned upon hearing his anxious voice.
"Du Xinlan is dead."
"Dead?"
"Yes, she jumped off the Xinwan Grand Bridge around three in the morning, headfirst, and landed on the icy surface. By the time she was found at five in the morning, she was already dead."