After a while, the small woman who had her back to him curled over like a cat, her small hands hugging his waist, finding a comfortable position, nestling within the crook of his arm.
"Still not asleep?" Ye Che lowered his eyes to look at Xia Weiyi, only when he was with her could the exhaustion of the day gradually fade.
"Aren't you awake too?" Xia Weiyi retorted, then her expression turned serious: "Still thinking about Xiya, right? I just heard from MERRY that the police have sealed the news, have you already made a judgment? Could the person who targeted Xiya be the same person who killed grandfather all those years ago? So, they're afraid Xiya might tell you the truth, which would be disadvantageous to them?"
Ye Che had also once doubted Xia Weiyi's suspicions.
But on careful thought, if the other party wanted to kill to silence, why didn't they kill him as well?
