CHAPTER 1037: CHAPTER 1035: THIS IS NOT WEI, IT IS HAN (1)

She felt as if she had grasped something that could set her heart at ease. Her once frenzied demeanor instantly subsided.

She stared straight at the light above her head. As she gazed, she seemed to see Han Jingwen’s face.

She thought, she loved him too, but only dared to admit it before her death.

In her life, she only met two people who were truly kind to her, one was Q, and the other was Han Jingwen.

She also thought of casting aside all gratitude and resentment, and to love him properly, but the debt of fostering was greater than heaven...

Twelve years, a full twelve years, she had wronged him... Now, as for Q, she had done all she could, this life, she owed it to him...

If only there were another life, if only there were another life, she would love him first...

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When the news of Chen Qingtian’s death reached Han Jingnian at nine in the morning,

Han Jingnian and Chen Qingtian could be described as having no intersection, so he wasn’t particularly affected by Chen Qingtian’s death. However, Xia Wan’an was different; she had been colleagues with Chen Qingtian for over a year, and was the only colleague Xia Wan’an was close to. Although it was a superficial relationship, she couldn’t help but feel some indescribable emotions when she heard of Chen Qingtian’s sudden death.

When Xie Lin heard the news, he first felt surprised, then shocked, and finally, he rushed to the police station without even changing out of his white coat.

When Xie Lin returned to the hospital, it was already eleven at night. He brought many photos with him, tossed them to Han Jingnian and Xia Wan’an, and left without a word.

All the photos were taken after Chen Qingtian’s death. Xia Wan’an didn’t know how Xie Lin obtained these photos, but she guessed that by giving them to her and Han Jingnian, he wanted them to look for any clues that Chen Qingtian might have left behind before dying.

Although Xia Wan’an didn’t witness the scene, she could still sense the brutality of Chen Qingtian’s death from those photos, which Xie Lin had selected for being less graphic.

Xia Wan’an and Han Jingnian studied the photos for a long time but couldn’t find any leads.

Just when Xia Wan’an thought she might have nightmares if she kept looking and was about to give up and take a shower, Han Jingnian suddenly held up a photo and furrowed his brows.

"What’s wrong?" Xia Wan’an moved closer and asked Han Jingnian, but seeing that he didn’t respond, she looked at the photo.

The photo didn’t show Chen Qingtian’s body, but rather a bloodstained wall...

Xia Wan’an stared at the wall for a long time but couldn’t make sense of it, so she asked again, "Is there a problem with this photo?"

Han Jingnian glanced at Xia Wan’an and then lifted his slender fingertip, pointing at the most inconspicuous place in the bottom right corner of the photo.

Xia Wan’an tilted her head and stared at that spot for a long time before she could vaguely make out that the crooked and twisted mark was the character "韦" (Wei).

Xia Wan’an, perplexed, voiced out, "Wei?"

Han Jingnian seemed to fall into deep thought and remained silent.

He remembered last year, before he was familiar with Xia Wan’an, when he once went home and saw her eating dinner alone at the dining table. At the time, he glanced at the table and saw a wet character that wasn’t yet dry – it was also the character "韦" (Wei).

He wondered what she meant by writing this character, and now he understood... It wasn’t the Wei character, it was Han.

That time, the character Xia Wan’an wrote on the dining table was "Han", Han Jingnian’s Han.