"What do we do now?" Liu Qingsong gathered his sleeves, staring eagerly at Ran Yan.
"Let's wait. I guess the Government people will be here soon," Ran Yan leaned against the backrest of the rounded-arm couch, her gaze somber, "With a corpse, it should be easy. We two autopsy officers can't possibly be trapped by such a simple ploy, can we!"
As she spoke, her voice sounded choked up, a bit hoarse. No matter what, that young woman in her prime lost her life because of her.
"Ran Yan, don't take it too much to heart! Sometimes, it's fate, beyond human control," Liu Qingsong felt his attempt at comfort was feeble, so he added, "Perhaps that girl has been reborn elsewhere, as a cherished pearl in the palm, a beauty admired more than any skin whitening treatment."
Ran Yan lazily glanced at him, clearly unwilling to waste more words on his wild imaginations.
