"So the motive for the crime is very important," the man's voice was calm and magnetic.
Song Yi listened intently.
"When I went to the bathroom, he sent someone to follow me. That person wanted to kill me, and all this is enough proof. And, why do you seem off regarding this question?"
Song Yi was jolted awake instantly.
"Oh." Song Yi: "You mentioned before, the captain died in the cockpit."
Tang Si had said so.
Song Yi breathed out a sigh, realizing her intelligence was really not functioning.
Suddenly, the man's large hand grasped hers.
Song Yi's hand was cool, very icy.
"Still peeling an orange." Tang Si wrapped her hand in his large one, blew some warm breath, and gently rubbed it to warm her hand: "Since that incident just happened, there's been no warmth."
Song Yi felt her hand gradually warming, becoming cozy. She adjusted her breathing and her mindset.
But outwardly, there were no anomalies, hiding her emotions tightly.
