But I never expected that Xiao Zhao would disappear.

I was very flustered, worried that Xiao Zhao had seen through me.

It wasn't until I saw a few strands of hair in the bathroom drain and the report on the evening news that I felt a tinge of unease.

When I overheard Zhang Yu and someone else talking outside at midnight and left, I was still too panicked.

The movements I made returning to the room were too large, I accidentally shook out the pieces of meat from my pocket, and they fell to the ground outside the bedroom.

The meat was found by my husband, but he didn't expose me pretending to be asleep; instead, he placed it on my bedside table.

This was the second time I became suspicious.

Why? What made my husband choose to do this?

Until I found the phone under the sofa, which held the answer to all the doubts.

I got a lot of information from the phone, but never connected the phone to myself. I originally thought this was my husband's secret, but I didn't expect to find that photo on the morning my husband died.

It was a photo I took before Duoduo died. The photo not only had Duoduo but also me.

The unease in my heart kept magnifying.

But I didn't expect that Xiao Zhao disappeared because of my husband. Not only that, but she also escaped from my husband's captivity and completed the plan I hinted at during her tense escape.

Yes, she discovered Zhang Yu's secret. She almost became Zhang Yu's next hunting target, so how could she not fight Zhang Yu to the death?

At that time, I still hadn't pieced together the truth until I recognized the person talking to my husband in the corridor downstairs as Ah Hui, went to the police station to understand Xiao Zhao's version of the "truth," and felt Guo Li's suspicion and distrust of me. That's when I touched the deeper layer of the matter.

After returning, Ah Hui found me. He entrusted the old woman to me and told me everything.

It turned out that Zhang Yu couldn't distinguish his feelings for me during my repeated abuse. After Duoduo left, he also wanted to escape from me. My memory confusion gave him the opportunity, so he didn't want to tell me the truth.

I asked him why he dared to entrust the old woman to me. Ah Hui smiled and said, "Because we are both the same kind."

I understood.

So this was what the old woman wanted to truly tell me that morning, but her ambiguous reminder eventually solved a problem for me.

When Ah Hui got on the police car, I was carrying the ingredients for the meat soup I wanted to cook for the old woman that night. I thought I was favored by fate.

I continued to think this way until I went north with the old woman.

Until I got too complacent and said to Guo Li, "Since things are like this, let's just say goodbye for now."

The suspicion in Guo Li's eyes planted the seeds of my future death.

At that moment, I probably never thought that Guo Li would travel thousands of miles north, spend years re-investigating the case, and eventually bring me to justice for that sentence.

See, evil seeds can never bear flowers from the start.

Author: A Ci