"Ye Shiyu, what exactly happened before..."
It was night, inside Wang Yulu's villa, several hosts did not leave but instead sat in the living room with unpleasant faces, staring at Yan Huan's black and white photo that showed a smiling face.
Just one glance was enough for An Le to turn pale and cover her mouth, retching.
At that moment, she was clearly agitated, just like the day she saw Yan Huan's body in the hospital morgue.
But now, she no longer had the modifier that echoed her emotions and desires, and thus she only appeared fragile, not terrified.
Wang Yulu had cried herself out and went to the master bedroom to rest. The hosts who hadn't left and were still in the dark proactively offered to keep vigil for Yan Huan, getting a chance for an emergency meeting.
"..."
Upon hearing Sakuragi Hitomi's question, Ye Shiyu's eyes were empty, and she mumbled,
"I don't know either, my memories just feel... so chaotic...
