The early autumn wind howled through the cemetery.

At this moment, the sky, for some reason, felt colder than the dead of winter.

Pei Ke glanced at Xie Jiasen and said, "This is the only necklace. She entrusted it to her colleague before encountering danger."

Hearing this, Xie Jiasen let out a deep breath. "Shen Zhi..."

"Did she leave any message before she left?"

Pei Ke shook his head. "No."

"Shen Zhi had her vocal cords severed before she died. She couldn't speak."

Xie Jiasen's figure was reflected on the black tombstone.

"Why? Why did she experience such things?"

As the words fell, Pei Ke stood up and locked eyes with Xie Jiasen.

He slightly curved his lips. "It seems that she didn't tell you about those secrets regarding Shen Zhi."