Little mirror, I can't let her die in vain

As this sentence was whispered from Han Jingnian's mouth, there was a faint murderous aura in his eyes floating again.

Chi Mu is dead, but besides Chi Mu, there must be others who are adding fuel to the fire

The surveillance in the mental hospital was obviously tampered with, and there was no way to find out who had seen Chi Mu that day.

So the only point he could get into was the person who kidnapped her that day and the person who knocked Xiao Wu out of her. He had already found it. He was a desperate person who bought money by Chi Mu. He just knocked Xiao Wu out of the person who knocked Xiao Wu out of the way. He hadn't caught him yet.

But what surprised him was that since Chi Mu came for her, why did he divide two groups of people to deal with Xia Wan'an and Xiao Wu?

U.K.

Perhaps because of the Spring Festival today, Xia Wan'an, who woke up early in the morning, was in a very depressed mood.

She didn't want to talk to others, so she simply locked herself in the room to sleep. She still couldn't fall asleep. When the New Year's Eve countdown ringed in China, she lifted the quilt and sat up, walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and took out a small box from it.

The box contains several sheets of paper of different sizes, and each piece of paper contains concise words.

No password, no limit, Korean years.

There is porridge in the pot, remember to drink it when you wake up.

Breakfast is in the insulated box.

Happy anniversary, Han for many years.

Looking through the notes Han Jingnian left for her, Xia Wan'an felt more and more uncomfortable.

I don’t know if it was because he was caught off guard in the mall a few days ago. These days, she thought that although he met him in a short moment that day, she still saw his weight loss. The blue color in his eyes has been very busy recently? Haven’t even had a rest? Why has he lost so much weight?

With one question after another, Xia Wan'an's heart flashed for the first time in the past few days. She picked up the pen on the table and started writing and drawing on the back of the notes.

Han Jingnian, I miss you very much.

Han Jingnian, how have you been doing recently?

Han Jingnian, I only realized that I had a deep love that I could not contact, but I tried my best to think about it.

Han Jingnian, I like to sleep more now because I can see you freely in my dreams, and I also dreamed that I was pregnant.

As Xia Wan'an wrote, she lay on the table as if she had no strength.

The corners of her eyes gradually became wet, and as she was about to turn into a tear and roll down, the door of her room suddenly rang.

Good night, good night

It's Aunt Xin's voice.

Aunt Xin's name is Wenxin, and she is the sister of the fairy grandma. She is the woman who was older than the fairy grandma but called her fairy grandma sister at the Banyan Tree Appreciation Conference.

Oh, by the way, the fairy grandma is a warm sister, called Wenqing.

The two are half-brothers, and one-twentieth of British descent flows on their fairy grandmother, while Aunt Xin only has one-quarter of British descent.

Aunt Xin's voice was a little anxious. Xia Wan'an hurriedly calmed down and stuffed the notes on the table into the small box, then made a sound: Come in.

Xia Wan'an finished speaking the next second, and the door was pushed open the next second. Aunt Xin hurriedly walked in: Good night, something happened to one of your friends in China.
Chapter completed!