Ye Zhan told Qin Mu about his deal with Mo Ziye.
Finally, he asked, "Uncle Qin, did you know as well?"
"For four years, it's not just Ziye who has been investigating the murderer of An Lin." Qin Mu's voice carried the chill of late autumn and the pain of losing his wife.
He still remembers An Lin holding his hand, saying her last words, not asking him to take care of Qingqing, nor asking him to avenge her.
Her blood-stained body leaned against him; in her fading consciousness, her eyes showed reluctance to leave him.
With her last breath, she wanted to engrave his face into her heart, weakly saying, "Ah Mu, I have to go first. If you feel lonely, find someone to accompany you."
How did he respond to her back then?
He said, "I don't want anyone besides you."
He wanted to hold her and rush to the hospital, but he couldn't even stand up, and she left.
Before her death, she once joked with him, saying even if she died someday, he wasn't allowed to find another woman.
