"In, in her bedroom!"
"Let's go, take me to see it!"
"Alright!"
The night was deep and the Ye Residence was enveloped in silent slumber. But even a mere dozen meters felt incredibly arduous for Xia Yun... Despite her hatred for Jin Jiaxin, reality hit her hard after actually killing her. She was filled with regret and terrified of the consequences of murder.
Standing at the doorway of Jin Jiaxin's bedroom, Xia Yun was trembling all over, Xia Yanxin gently held her, "It's alright now, is this the room?"
"Mm-hmm..."
Xia Yanxin pushed open the bedroom door, a heavy stench of blood assaulted her senses, almost making her gag. One glance revealed Jin Jiaxin lying askew on the floor, a large pool of blood oozing from her forehead.
Scattered across the floor were photographs, and upon closer inspection, they were candid shots of Young Master Ye and Xia Yun together. The angles made them appear rather intimate...
