At the same spot, Leng Fei sat opposite me.

After a few days apart, her pale face seemed to have gained some color, and her lips were redder.

Most people look more haggard after being in prison, but she seemed to be the opposite?

"You’ve come again."

She spoke first, her tone carried a hint of joy.

"Do you have something to ask me?"

"Do you know someone tampered with your medication?"

"Ah, you mean that, I know."

I stared intently at her face, trying to find any flaws, but she remained calm and indifferent.

"Not only did I know my medication was tampered with, I also knew the person who did it wanted to drive me insane."

I was even more shocked, but did not show it on my face.

She continued, "You wouldn't think I killed Xing Zhaoping because I went mad, would you? You are overthinking it."

Then she leaned close to me, nearly whispering in my ear, "You probably haven't found out who tampered with the medication, have you? Reluctantly, I'll tell you— it was my dear husband, Xing Zhaoping. Hahaha..."

I hadn't recovered from the shock of this news when I saw her laugh and cry simultaneously.

Her eyes were red, and she gently pressed her lips together, as if she had been wronged.

Finally, she burst into laughter, so loud that the small policeman guarding the door was startled, turning his head to look at us.

It was a familiar face—

Jiang Xiaoyu.

I saw him wink at me, then resumed his "dutiful" stance.

I turned back, locking gazes with a pair of clear eyes, unshielded, the voice of their owner echoed in my ear, "Tell me, isn't this a good motive for murder? He tried to drive me insane, so I struck preemptively and killed him."

She wasn't joking at all; she was very smart and saw things clearly. I found it even harder to believe she committed murder.

There are countless ways to solve problems in this world; this kind of last resort shouldn't have been her first choice.