After Meng Quan finished telling the story, the living room fell silent. His eyes were red, holding back tears.
Beside him, Yang Chunxue slightly raised her head, a faint sound of inhalation escaped.
Besides the smell of disinfectant, she couldn't smell anything else.
"What happened next?" Lu Li asked, breaking the tension.
"After... after that... she left. For days, I've been tidying up at home. When you all came for a follow-up visit, I couldn't tell the truth, so I just said Chen Rong went missing again. You know what happened after that. They went to the community property to check the surveillance, saw that my wife left on her own. I was no longer a suspect. They just comforted me with a few words and left."
Everything was clear.
Lu Li continued to ask, "Have you seen a psychiatrist?"
Meng Quan shuddered, lowered his head, his face hidden in shadow: "Do you think I have a mental illness..."
