"Coming to confess to me?"
The teasing words couldn't bring a smile to Jin Qiu's face; her heart was filled with excitement and grievance, and her voice choked up: "They said you were dead..." like a child who dropped their lollipop, crying without any care for her image.
Yang Zijing smiled: "Who told you that?"
"People from your police station... He said Detective Yang died in the line of duty, I didn't believe it, he said there was only one Detective Yang in their police station, it couldn't be wrong..."
Yang Zijing understood in his heart and gently touched her head: "You're crying over this?"
Jin Qiu cried and accused: "If you weren't dead, why didn't you reply to my messages... It made me..." She had cried for so long.
