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In such a grand hall, under such dazzling lights, surrounded by so much sumptuous food, so much fine wine, so many people...
Perhaps they were all watching Sui Yi, and the jade-like, kite-elegant Yue Beiqing.
Yue Xiangnan smiled.
Zhuang Ziliu's mouth curved into a slight, cold, and shallow arc.
Sherlock had a smile that was not quite a smile, while Yi slightly furrowed his brow.
Xiao Xianting tapped his fingers on the table, Su Zimu was drinking tea...
Fu Ling leaned against the soft back of the chair, squinting her eyes...
Many must have been thinking, if this person is the killer, then the truth would be out, and we could all go to bed tonight...
But what if she isn't...
Would she tell others what she did during that time she left alone?
Use the restroom? Meet a friend? Make a private phone call?
