"Since you already know everything… why bother playing games with me?" Xin Meifang's voice was shaky, her eyes glassy with frustration, but Wang Xiao only shrugged.
Guilt trips never worked on him, and crocodile tears even less.
"Don't flatter yourself. I just follow the clues," he said, voice light, "You… rushed to marry off your own daughter. Why? You went out of your way to find a man who'd been hunting for a bride with a very specific birthdate, across the entire country. You knew what he was, hell, Murong was a freak, a collector, murdering girls for months, draining their lives just to squeeze a little more out of them."
"This wasn't some one-night slaughter. He took his time. Months of horror, each victim left emptier than the last."
