This was her premonition, and also her estimate.
Mao Gang's face fell, and he sighed, "Actually, I've prepared for the worst... But I always want to hold on to some hope, just like Xiao Dao~~"
"I understand, do your best,"
Sui Yi patted his shoulder, then her gaze suddenly paused, and she walked to the next room to look at the room of Mao Ju and his wife.
It was similar to the other rooms, hmm? What is this?
Sui Yi walked over to the window.
The window was closed, but there was a bit of powder dirt at the latch area... very slight, but it was indeed there.
Sui Yi furrowed her brows, slowly opened the window, and looked at the grimy streaks running along the windowsill... She compared them to her own hand.
"Mao Gang, has this window always been closed?"
"Ah? I don't quite remember... Let me think,"
