A part of her soul felt as though it had been violently torn from her body. AiLin stood frozen in the corner of the room, unmoving, her hands hanging stiffly by her sides. There were no tears in her eyes, yet the grief and shock clinging to her were unmistakable. Anyone who looked at her could see it clearly, the hollow stillness of someone whose world had just collapsed.
She slowly raised a hand to cover her mouth, her breathing shallow as the image she had seen replayed endlessly in her mind. It was only when YueLan gently shook her shoulders that she seemed to regain a fragment of awareness. His voice was careful, low, as if afraid she might shatter at any moment. "The detectives want to talk to you now."
