His reasoning was sound, and Xia Xianning nodded: “Actually, I was thinking that if the killer is Ou Ziheng, he might have deliberately staged this scene for me to see, to clear his own suspicions. But that doesn’t make sense either – if it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have noticed the first two deaths at all.”
“Yeah, looking at his acting skills and intelligence, I don’t believe it either,” Luo Mingbai replied.
Luo Mingbai bent down, picking up a pomegranate flower branch carelessly broken and discarded, wiping off the dirt, and began to speculate: “Or maybe we’re overthinking this. They’re all celebrities, right? Maybe it’s a fan who likes these handsome guys, loving this one and that one, but unable to get them. So what do they do? Destroy them.”
Xia Xianning gave him a sidelong glance, half-smiling: “You have a lot of feelings to express.”
“Of course!” Luo Mingbai got excited, twirling the pomegranate flower and throwing a flirtatious wink.
During a school club activity, Luo Mingbai had casually learned to perform opera for a few days, with both posture and singing style quite impressive. He placed a hand on his shoulder: “Cannot lean on the railing, counting a few lakeside mountain songs…”
His gaze was filled with sorrow and resentment, and paired with that face, it was almost deadly. He kept getting closer, and Xia Xianning almost felt the other’s breath carrying a floral scent gently brushing against his face, causing his ears to inexplicably heat up. He stiffened for a moment, then suddenly curved his lips and flicked a finger on the flower branch in Luo Mingbai’s hand.
The flower branch swayed, and the remaining dewdrops splashed across Luo Mingbai’s face, the icy sensation causing him to shiver and instantly stop speaking. He probably didn’t expect Xia Xianning to suddenly “destroy the flower” and was startled, his expression a bit confused, resembling a small animal just waking up. Xia Xianning’s heart softened, finding Luo Mingbai incredibly cute, and couldn’t help but laugh.
