The more Jian Si spoke, the more agitated she became.
Her body wouldn't stop trembling.
Her eyes were full of terror.
Lu Youting felt a sharp pang of heartache. He cupped her face, the warmth of his palm passing through to her icy cheeks: "Sisi, don't get agitated, listen to me, listen to me."
Feeling the warmth from his palm, Jian Si indeed calmed down.
But the terror in her eyes couldn't be completely hidden.
Lu Youting looked into her eyes without blinking: "Sisi, tell me everything you remember! What exactly happened that night? Why did you go to Old Master Ji's study? Where did you get the fruit knife from? Why did you stab it into Old Master Ji's heart?"
His gaze seemed to have a peculiar soothing effect.
Though Jian Si was still frightened, she could think momentarily.
Her eyes gradually lost focus as she responded with effort, slowly recounting what she could remember.