The next day, Sheng Youxia went to Xi Zi Bay, and happened to meet Fu Shilv just as he was returning from outside.
The man looked as if he hadn't slept all night, his eyes red and bloodshot, with bloodstains on the cuffs of his white shirt.
The two exchanged silent glances before Sheng Youxia spoke first.
"I wanted to come and keep Caicai company, Mom she..."
No, she no longer deserved to call her that.
"Auntie might not be able to take care of her by herself."
Fu Shilv's gaze remained intensely fixed on her face, still beautiful and delicate but lacking its usual vibrant charm.
When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he were recovering from a cold.
"They've all been found, and their left belongings at the scene have been matched, it was them."
Sheng Youxia didn't know how to respond, "Did they say why they did it?"
If it was just a crime of passion, they wouldn't have shown no reaction upon hearing about the huge sum of money.