"I've confessed!"
"Why must you drive me to the brink?"
"Why drive me to the brink?"
Li Jindao sat weakly on the chair, muttering to himself.
Qin Fei looked at him indifferently: "The person who committed the crime should confess, and surely now you're guilty as well."
Li Jindao chuckled, then painfully closed his eyes.
Chen Xiao looked at him and sat back down in the chair.
Li Jindao sensed the movement, his eyes full of hatred as he looked at him:
"Chen Xiao, wouldn't it be better for me to confess? Wouldn't it be enough that I'm taking responsibility for Lian Yuhong? My wife and I are one, what's the difference between her pardon and mine?"
"There's no point in saying this."
"But she... she really didn't expect Lian Yuhong to die. She told me she was just too angry at the time, thinking Lian Yuhong betrayed Li Xi, especially because of that old man Peng Yuanqing. So she cursed Lian Yuhong a few times, saying she should die like her father!"
