Shi Lingyan blew out the candle, his eyes darkening and deepening as Bai Yuejie reacted, growing even colder.
Often, in unguarded moments, people’s reactions are the most genuine.
Shi Lingyan had no evidence to accuse Bai Yuejie of being involved in that car accident.
Even the bond of childhood friendship made him reluctant to link her with the heavy word "murderer."
But Bai Yuejie’s reaction now was too bizarre to comprehend.
Shi Lingyan stared at her and said softly, "What’s wrong?"
Faced with his icy and inscrutable gaze, Bai Yuejie had no idea how to respond.
How much did he know?
What exactly did he know!
Bai Yuejie felt her heart pounding faster than it ever had before, the previous throbbing and tension paling in comparison to what she felt now.
Bai Yuejie opened her mouth, "I... Wasn’t it just an accident?"
Shi Lingyan watched as her pale and delicate complexion became even more distressed, and he said slowly, "An accident, huh..."
Bai Yuejie couldn’t stand it any longer and sat down in a chair, suddenly feeling lost.
Looking up, she met Shi Lingyan’s deep and somber gaze. Bai Yuejie’s voice trembled, "Xiao Wu... it was fatigued driving, a car accident!"
Shi Lingyan looked at her and nodded slightly, his lips curling into a faintly soothing smile, "I know, I just think that there might be another reason for this accident, and perhaps it was not an accident at all?"
Bai Yuejie’s complexion eased slightly, and she forced a smile, "How could that be, the coroner confirmed it. Xiao Wu hadn’t had proper rest for over thirty hours before the accident, so fatigued driving led to the crash. That’s the only explanation that makes sense."
"Yes, after all, the car exploded, and all the evidence was destroyed. Besides this, there is no other explanation," Shi Lingyan’s voice was slow, and after looking at Bai Yuejie for a few seconds, he asked, "Right?"
Bai Yuejie’s scalp tingled, and she nodded stiffly.
"However, the accident that year was quite coincidental," Shi Lingyan said, turning to pull a medical report from beneath the coffee table in the living room, "It happened to save your life."
It was Bai Yuejie’s heart examination report, and the timing was just right, three years ago.
Bai Yuejie swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and, glancing at it, said, "Brother Ling Yan, this isn’t mine..."
"Your heart examination report." Shi Lingyan spoke slowly, a hint of gratification in his voice, "The timing was perfect, just a month before Tang Wu’s car accident. The doctor said without a heart transplant, you wouldn’t live more than three months."
"The timing of Tang Wu’s accident was just perfect, coinciding with your heart failure’s final deadline," Shi Lingyan threw the report on the table and leaned forward slightly, "Quite coincidental."
Bai Yuejie turned even paler, her heartbeat unbelievably fast as if the devil himself had seized it.
Bai Yuejie began to breathe heavily, unable to help herself.
"Huh," Shi Lingyan, as if seeing something incredible, stared at her, "What’s wrong with you? You seem very nervous."
Bai Yuejie’s face became even paler as she said, "Brother Ling Yan, what do you mean by these nonsensical words?"
"I just feel," Shi Lingyan said softly, "that God is too cruel. Between you and Tang Wu, only one could survive."
Bai Yuejie’s tears fell as she nodded deeply, breaking into sobs, "If I could, I wish I was the one to go..."