"Lanlan is a good woman, but the one I love is you, Xiao Nian." Lu Jiuan reached out, pulled Lin Nian onto his lap, and gave her a kiss. Then he said, "Meng Lanlan's Lu Jiuan is about to die. From now on, I'll be your Lu Jiuan, and yours alone."
The two of them fell into a passionate kiss, clinging desperately to one another.
Not long after, the police in North City received a piece of news: a fire, supposedly caused by an accident, had destroyed a private residence. Seven people were dead.
Among them were the fugitives, Lu Jiuan and Lin Nian.
When Qin Jiao heard Shen Yi come home and tell her this news, she froze for a moment.
'Lin Nian died… just like that?'
"Jiao Jiao, what's wrong?"
"I just didn't expect Lin Nian to die just like that." Qin Jiao found it a bit surprising. In truth, the crimes Lin Nian had committed weren't severe enough for the death penalty. At most, she would have been sentenced to ten-odd years. With good behavior, she might have even gotten out early.
