Monica just finished cooking instant noodles and looked up at Xiao Mo with a gentle smile, "If you have something to say, just say it directly! You don't need to be so apprehensive in front of me."
"Have you ever loved Sofia?"
Upon hearing this, Monica's expression changed, and the bowl of noodles in her hand slipped and overturned, spilling noodles all over the floor. For some reason, Xiao Mo noticed that the smell seemed quite different from what she had eaten yesterday.
"The last pack of noodles..." Monica sighed, kicking the scattered noodles aimlessly to the side.
"Monica, you still haven't answered my question," Xiao Mo reminded her once more.
"Xiao Mo, why do you ask such a question?"
"Because... you said you killed Sofia with your own hands. If you truly loved her, how could you have done it?" Xiao Mo sighed.
