Filthy

After saying those words, as though she thought of something, a hint of desolation flashed in Xu Youyou's eyes.

It did not escape Mo Shenbai's notice, but he did not ask any questions. He could not bear to force her to speak. 

Just as he thought of something, a flash of desolation appeared in his eyes.

Mo Shenbai caught it, but he didn't ask any more questions. Even if he used the most extreme method to let her make a choice later on, he would still bear the pain.

…

Three days later.

The moon shone down on Moon Pavilion. It hung prettily among the stars in the dark sky.

Xu Youyou suddenly opened her eyes. She sat up before she picked up her phone and checked her WeChat. She read the message that Xu Jialu sent her in the afternoon again.

The police had yet to find Lin Zhihuan.