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"Ah?"

Wen Ping immediately became flustered, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do. He reached for the napkin on the table and carefully wiped the tears on Little Miao's face, tentatively asking, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No."

Little Miao bit her lip and shook her head, "It's just... hearing you talk about the pain you encountered when you first started exploring the map, and how you were hurt by those women before the upgrade game came, it made me feel so suffocated inside."

"Why did those women treat you like that."

"You're such a good person, why did those women feel so entitled to use you."

"I..."

Wen Ping's mouth slowly opened and closed, not knowing what to say, and tentatively placed his arm around Little Miao's shoulder. Seeing that Little Miao did not resist, he slowly let her head rest against his shoulder.

"It's all in the past."

"It's okay, it's okay."

At this moment, no words could describe what he was feeling inside; he only felt that he might have truly found his true love.

Although he didn't want to admit it.

But after spending the day together, he might have really fallen for the girl in front of him.

"Mm-hmm."

Little Miao nodded slowly, then suddenly her eyes turned red again as she forced a smile, "My bestie went on a blind date yesterday too. She said the guy she met was no good, so poor."

"She is my best friend, although a bit snobbish, she was there for me during my lowest times, sticking with me all the way."

"When I go back tonight, I'm going to tell her that the man I met on my blind date today was perfect."

"This is my first blind date."

"I didn't expect to meet you."

"If possible, I'd like to give us a try tomorrow, is that okay?"

"Go on," Little Miao stood up and playfully ruffled Wen Ping's hair, "So now, Uncle Wen Ping, will you take me home?"

"Ah?"

At this point, Wen Ping, who had completely lost his wits, stood up in a daze, paid the bill unconsciously, and then helped Little Miao walk out of the tavern.

What did Little Miao just say?

That she wants to give it a try tomorrow?

How many years have gone by, so many years! And now a woman has taken the initiative to say that he's not bad!

All the way back, Wen Ping was in a daze, even when he dropped Little Miao off at the entrance of her community, he didn't realize he had been there the previous night to kill someone.

...

Tonight.

Wen Ping was unusually sleepless.

Tossing and turning in bed, he could not sleep.

A sleepless night.

Until seven in the morning, Wen Ping abruptly got out of bed, his eyes were wide awake without a trace of sleepiness, he took a very serious bath, and shaved his beard.

Then he walked straight out of the hotel and ran to a clothing store that had not yet opened, stealing several fashionable items from inside.

Afterward, he chose the suit that suited him best.

Then he looked at Little Miao in his friends list, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Yesterday.

Little Miao had sent him her address, telling him to message her when he was ready to take her out.

Even though it's still not dawn yet.

But he simply could not sleep anymore.

He was eager to see Little Miao again, to share his past stories, as he was someone with a strong desire to express himself. Regrettably, it seems no one has ever really listened to him speak.

Even those drawn to him for Points, who seemed to listen attentively, always showed boredom and disinterest in their eyes.

But Little Miao was different.

He could tell that Little Miao truly enjoyed listening to him talk. She would ride the emotional rollercoaster of his stories, her eyes filled with admiration and rapture, and even... she would feel sorry for his past.

...

From his godlike perspective, Chen Yi leisurely gazed down at Wen Ping, who was nervously sitting below, smiled without speaking.

Enjoy it.

This kind of happiness during an ambiguous phase is rare.

...

Just like that.

Wen Ping, who had gone out to buy a bouquet of roses at noon, sat by the bed waiting all day long, and by dusk, he still hadn't received a message from Little Miao.

It was as if she had disappeared.

The Wen Ping who had been anxious all day finally caught on, scoffing at himself as if to mock his own naivety, then with an angry and ferocious expression, he smashed the roses onto the ground!

He just knew it.

How could a man like him ever be liked by other women!

Especially a perfect woman like Little Miao!

What did Little Miao mean by what she said yesterday before leaving? Was she mocking him? Was she playing with him?

Kill her, she must be killed!

Wen Ping, feeling insulted and overcome with emotion, glared fiercely at the friend list, at the address Little Miao sent last night— "Changjing Road, No. 73, Meimiao Community, Building 8, Unit 1, Room 1601."

Just as he was preparing to go to this address, to destroy this beautiful work of art.

Wait.

A disbelieving possibility suddenly flashed through his mind, and his body sprang up from the bed, his eyes filled with horror.

This address, it seemed so familiar!

It was the exact address of the first woman he met for a blind date the day before yesterday, the woman in the black silk.

No, the black silk woman's address was Changjing Road, No. 73, Meimiao Community, Building 8, Unit 1, Room 1602.

Little Miao was in 1601, and that woman was in 1602.

They were neighbors, right across the hall.

And suddenly, he remembered what Little Miao had said last night at the small bar—that she had a really good girlfriend who was a bit of a snob, who went on a blind date the day before with a man who turned out to be poor, and said she was going to tell her best friend, when she got back later that night, about her successful date that day.

"It's over..."

Wen Ping suddenly turned ashen-faced with despair.

The woman he broke into and killed in bed the night before yesterday, wasn't she Little Miao's best friend?

With that thought.

He took a deep breath, not even sparing a glance at the roses he had trampled, and hurried toward the address.

...

Once again, at Meimiao Community.

Wen Ping walked straight into Building 8, Unit 1, and leaned by the door of Room 1601 on the 16th floor, which was Little Miao's apartment, listened intently for a while, and after confirming there were no sounds inside, he felt somewhat relieved.

But just as he was about to go to 1602 to check if Little Miao had discovered the crime scene.

He suddenly heard faint noises from inside 1602.

The owner of 1602, the black silk woman, had already been killed by him, so there shouldn't be anyone else there. If there was someone, it could only be one person, and that was Little Miao.

"..."

Wen Ping stayed silent with a dark expression on his face, at that moment he only hoped for one thing, that Little Miao didn't know who killed her best friend!

Damn it!

How could he have known that the woman's best friend would turn out to be Little Miao? If he had known earlier, he would never have killed her.

However, just as he was considering whether or not to go in and check.

Wen Ping stayed silent with a dark expression on his face, at that moment he only hoped for one thing, that Little Miao didn't know who killed her best friend!