The night gradually deepened.
Inside the Chi Family Mansion, Wang Lin sat at the bedside, looking somewhat apprehensive.
It had been several days since Lin Xixi died in the car accident. Yesterday, Wen Meiyu called to say that Lin Xixi had been cremated and her ashes were buried in the cemetery.
On the phone, Wen Meiyu was chattering, talking about how normal Lin Xixi was when she left the ward that day, and reminiscing about Lin Xixi's well-behaved and adorable childhood.
Occasionally, Wang Lin would respond or offer a few words of consolation.
From beginning to end, Wen Meiyu never showed the slightest hint of suspicion, which finally allowed Wang Lin to be completely at ease.
This was the best possible outcome, just as Wang Lin had initially envisioned. However, inexplicably, there was a faint panic in her heart.
Wang Lin had been having nightmares for several days in a row.
