Si Ye's eyes narrowed sharply, the color of his eyes changing rapidly, "Do you still think I killed him?"
"Unless Chu Yan stands in front of me alive and well, I won't believe you." Chen Zhi's cold words lacked any warmth.
If she could forgive him for causing her mother's death, then she certainly couldn't forgive him for causing Chu Yan's death.
Time and again, a person's limits are finite. If she forgave him this time, who would he harm next?
Chu Yan only liked her, only took care of her, only appeared slightly different in her eyes from others, and that alone made him harbor murderous intent.
If she truly fell in love with Chu Yan, what would he do? Kill them both?
Such a limited heart and mind, if he killed everyone he disliked, how different would he be from a deranged killer?
Chen Zhi's eyes flickered, and she shivered inexplicably.
Suddenly, she pushed Si Ye away, standing up and distancing herself from him, as if he were a terrifying flood or fierce beast.
