Huo Siyuan elegantly wiped his mouth with a tissue, his gaze fixed on Li Jiaqi.
These past few days, she seemed much better in spirits.
Her complexion was rosy, her eyes bright, no longer looking sickly and vacant.
"What do you think?"
Li Jiaqi told him in detail about the mysterious roses she received and the "supernatural incident" at the supermarket.
Huo Siyuan listened, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, his brow slightly furrowed, as if pondering the issue.
"You said, besides him, who else would have the car keys? It certainly wouldn't be a kind-hearted person because they wouldn't have the car keys."
She analyzed the situation for Huo Siyuan.
Hoping Huo Siyuan would stand by her side...
Huo Siyuan just chuckled and remained silent.
"Don't you believe me? Do you also think it's just my imagination?" she asked anxiously.
She was eager for someone to agree with her and believe, like her, that He Yingdong was still alive in this world.
