Tang Si looked at the text ssage, suppressing the corners of his mouth.
The hair-wrapped bracelet, she must have put it in his pocket when she hugged him.
Tang Si rubbed his temples, put down the phone, and stared deeply at the red bracelet.
His eyes were tender, affectionate, intensely entwining the thoughts in his mind.
The more he looked, the more the bracelet seed like a sharp needle hanging in his brain, fiercely stimulating his nerves.
A charm for safety.
The man closed his eyes slightly, his mind instantly filled with her smiling face, and he sighed deeply.
Song Yi, this little enchantress... always occupies his heart.
Holding the bracelet, he slowly leaned his forehead closer, reverently pressing it, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids.
In no ti, his eyelashes quivered slightly, and the man’s eyes opened, revealing clear and rational almond-shaped eyes.
He lightly kissed the red string, sincerely and densely.
The corner of his lips gradually ford a faint smile, a subtle arc of mockery.
It was a self-mocking smile—how could he ever deserve any safety?
"What do I need safety for," he said in a light, ethereal tone, as if it couldn’t settle, placing the bracelet into the car drawer, his eyes fixed on it, the ink-colored eyes filled with deep emotion: "Your safety, that’s my greatest wish."
His hoarse voice faded with the car’s start, disappearing into the wind.
As long as she was safe, he could forgo his life.
The rare monts of happiness in his life were brought by her.
...
Song Yi looked at the text ssage she sent, still without a reply.
Taking a deep breath, she lay on the sofa, gazing at the ceiling.
Her mood was slightly downcast.
Haha ca over, brushing against her leg, and Song Yi casually stroked its head.
Her eyes vacant, staring at the ceiling: "What do you think I should do?"
"He seems unhappy."
Bo Shiyin’s thod for testing appears ineffective.
Tang Si’s logic was ticulous, his mind wasn’t confused, not even after drinking.
Perhaps she was overthinking, or maybe she missed the right mont.
"How can I make him open up?" Song Yi turned over, sitting up from the sofa, staring at Haha, and murmured to herself: "Sister Yi walking the world feels like a big problem has been encountered..."
Tang Si could provide her with a sense of security, loved her enough, she knew it very well.
But Tang Si never shared any negativity with her, never vented his troubles, that’s the issue.
"Forget it..." Song Yi clapped her hands, exhaled: "I’ve already taken this issue down."
"The next step is to conquer this problem, and make him obedient and listen!"
Sotis, for so things, it’s still necessary to find the root cause.
Approaching it so blindly like this isn’t really effective.
...
The Criminal Investigation Team’s interrogation room.
The cold light illuminated, the atmosphere heavy and solemn, sealed tightly by the surrounding walls, stifling.
On the wall, there were eight large words written boldly—Strict Law Enforcent, Lawful Case Handling.
The young girl sitting on the interrogation chair stared in the direction of those words, as if looking at them.
Her face was pure and clean, her eyes covered with a bandage, she couldn’t see.
Tang Si stood outside, watching this scene, glanced at the eight words, and frowned.
"How long has she been like this?"
"Quite a while, just as if she knows there are words there, she keeps staring, but she can’t see."
Liu Linyue suddenly turned her head, facing Tang Si standing outside, through the bandage.
Tang Si stayed silent, his gaze shifting down.
Staring at Liu Linyue’s hand.
Her hand, continuously carving on her arm, sharp nails scraping across, creating one eerie red mark after another.
She seed to feel no pain.
Never stopping the movent of her hand.
The police officer nearby noticed Tang Si’s gaze and imdiately said: "Speculation of behavior, she has had a tendency of self-harm since losing her eyesight."
"She now poses so psychological dangers, with elents of antisocial personality."
Tang Si pursed his lips, crossed his arms, squinted his eyes, looking at Liu Linyue: "Tell soone to bring her a cup of water."
"Okay."
The interrogation room door was pushed open, and Liu Linyue heard the noise, facing the doorway directly.
"Little girl, don’t be afraid, bringing you a cup of water," spoke the policeman, moving the water towards her.
Liu Linyue spoke: "You lock in here, and still tell not to be afraid."
"I’ve already confessed, just sentence , why keep here, why not be straightforward?"
Her words sounded nothing like what a child would say.
Zhou Liang happened to walk to the doorway at this mont, hearing it.
"She’s changed a lot, was she stimulated by sothing? When I dined at the restaurant before, she was still a naive little girl just playing hide and seek."
It’s baffling how she suddenly turned like this.
"Ah—!" Just as Zhou Liang spoke, sothing happened inside the interrogation room.
Liu Linyue scread loudly.
Both people imdiately looked inside as soon as this happened, and the police officer who was delivering water accidentally spilled it on her.
The little girl imdiately beca irritable, like a madwoman, grabbing a pen to stab at the policeman, chanting: "Bully , you all bully , you all deserve to die!"
Tang Si imdiately pushed the door open, pressing down the agitated Liu Linyue.
Telling the officer: "You go out first."
At this mont, Liu Linyue, disregarding everything, would stab anyone she could grab.
The pen tip scratched Tang Si’s arm, and Tang Si frowned deeply.
Pressing her down, binding her to the interrogation chair.
Liu Linyue struggled continuously, her face sowhat distorted.
Her emotions couldn’t stabilize at all.
Agitated, insane, unreasonable.
Zhou Liang imdiately sent a band-aid to Tang Si in.
Tang Si: "What do I need a band-aid for? A re scratch, could it kill ? Take it away."
"Ah!!" This statent deeply stimulated Liu Linyue, triggering her nerves, senses, making her even more agitated.
Struggling so that her wrists and arms turned red, nearly to the point of bleeding.
Tang Si’s gaze fell on her, watching her struggling act.
Squinting his eyes, his gaze calm—this wasn’t an act...
It was real.
Such a small child, how could she...
Tang Si signaled to Zhou Liang to leave.
He himself pulled out a chair, sitting opposite Liu Linyue.
His face calm, eyes deeply imrsed in serene indifference, watching her struggle without a trace of emotion.
A bystander’s distant deanor, indifferent and detached.
One crazy and agitated, another suprely calm, two extres existing in the sa environnt.
Creating a bizarre, surreal clash of images.
Outside the interrogation room.
Zhou Liang felt a chill run through his body.
Unable to understand what exactly Tang Si was doing.
He nudged Ningxia Chuan’s arm, who looked at him coldly, seemingly a bit disdainful and impatient.
Zhou Liang: "..."
The words he wanted to ask got stuck in his throat.
Damn it.
He whispered: "We’ve been colleagues for so long, can’t you be a little gentle with ?"
Ningxia Chuan: "I don’t want to talk to an idiot, it lowers my IQ."
"???" What the hell?
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