"And some people," he added, eyes locking onto mine, "just like pretending they're innocent."
The words hung between us.
Sharp.
Final.
And suddenly—
I didn't know what was worse.
The truth I didn't know—
Or the guilt I couldn't escape.
Because standing there—
with him—
with everything collapsing piece by piece—
one thought refused to leave me.
Maybe I didn't kill her.
But maybe—
I was the reason she died.
And Li Zhen—
was making sure I never forgot it.