Song Zhiqing's understanding was completely overturned. When he followed the boss to this room, he still didn't understand what was going on until he heard the familiar voice coming through the small hole in the wall, and he was stunned.
He didn't understand how the person he had personally watched being interred in the coffin could be speaking on the other side of the wall.
Resurrection from the dead? A haunting?
Neither, it turned out that person hadn't died at all.
If she wasn't dead, then who was he keeping vigil for last night? For whom had he shed those few crocodile tears?
When Song Zhiqing first heard Bai Shuilian's voice, his subconscious told him it was best to leave immediately. Otherwise, what he was about to hear would make him angrier and more ashamed than seeing Bai Shuilian alive.
Sure enough, what exactly did he hear?
