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“Yi, I’m handling Song Yi’s compensation case. Who should we give the money to?” Yang Zi leaned on Zhen Yi’s desk and asked. “Make a public notice. If there are no relatives, then donate it.” “Alright.” After Yang Zi finished speaking, she cautiously probed, “Yi, are you doing okay?” “I’m perfectly fine,” Zhen Yi didn’t even lift her head. “Why are you asking that?” “Boss switched several cases for you…” “Because recently, clients have been constantly…-
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That was the first time they realized what true darkness was. Sometimes, the inability to seek justice was more crushing than the injustice itself. It was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. The once optimistic, kind, self-reliant, and confident older sister was gone. Tang Shang would cry under the covers, lashing out hysterically at anyone who came near her. Only Wu Zhe could calm her down. That’s when they found the lawyer, Zhen Yi. She agreed to take on their case and did a remarkable…
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There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long pause, Song Yi’s tone turned calm, “What are you trying to say now?” Zhen Yi felt lost for a moment, gritting her teeth, “Song Yi, you think the killer you saw was Tang Shang, don’t you? But Tang Shang is dead. That was you, Song Yi. Your hair was found at the scene.” “Didn’t you say it was a setup?” Zhen Yi closed her eyes. “Wu Zhe, Tang Yu, and Suo Lei, none of them would frame you. Because the killer is you.” “The…
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Zhen Yi came to a halt. The heat from her sprint clung to her body, wrapping her in dampness. She felt stifled, nauseous. Her face and body were drenched in sweat, but deep inside, she felt as cold as if she were standing on the ice fields of Antarctica. Her ears were ringing, blocking out all sound. All she could hear, over and over again, were Song Yi’s last words. Across the street, she saw blood pooling around Song Yi’s body. The film crew swarmed around like mad, shouting, screaming. Fans in the…
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Zhen Yi felt a bit confused and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong with him?” “Have you heard of delusions of persecution?” “Yeah.” “He’s the opposite.” “…” “People with delusions of persecution constantly think about how others are trying to harm them.” “That sounds pretty dangerous.” Zhen Yi suddenly felt like this psychiatric hospital wasn’t as calm as it appeared on the surface. “It’s not too bad,” Yan Ge seemed reluctant to say more. Zhen Yi didn’t…
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“You…” Zhen Yi was about to say that he had drawn those, but fearing it might trigger him, she changed her approach. “Oh, did I remember it wrong? I thought I saw a lot of black comic strips.” “That wasn’t me who drew those.” Zhen Yi felt a slight jolt. “Who drew them?” “Xiao Shang did.” Her racing heart calmed down. Tang Shang knows how to draw? Zhen Yi recalled that those drawings, though just black and white, were of high quality—definitely not the work of a beginner or an…
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Zhen Yi didn’t answer, instead pointing to the eerie painting in the living room: “I’ve seen that before. Wu Zhe drew it, right? Song Yi, whether you’re protecting the killer or you are the killer, it’s all for Tang Shang.” Song Yi stepped out of the sunlight, her beautiful face darkening in an instant, turning vicious. She moved quickly, grabbing Zhen Yi and shoving her out the door. “Get out!” Zhen Yi stumbled as she was pushed outside. Song Yi stood in the doorframe, staring at her…
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In the last two years of his middle school days, Yin Duo often saw a colourful little girl—like a butterfly, or a cuckoo bird—dancing and playing the guitar, always coming up with new antics. One time, as he hurried into the school, she rushed up to him, handing him a flyer with a bright, sunflower-like smile. He froze for a moment before she turned away to hand flyers to others. The flyer was covered in cute cartoon drawings: a witch and two chibi children, with a colourful, crooked line of text that…
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An Yao clicked her high heels, even the way she leaned forward with her arms folded was graceful: “Don’t move too much, or your arm might dislocate again.” Zhen Yi pretended not to hear, determined to match An Yao’s elegance. In just a few seconds, she tidied her hair and clothes, transforming back into her radiant self. Her expression was cool and dignified, as if she hadn’t just rolled down the escalator, dislocated her arm, and screamed in pain. Yan Ge glanced at her indifferently but said…
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But since she said she was in so much pain, “You can handle it yourself, just tell me…” Zhen Yi whispered, leaning closer to her ear. Song Yi listened, her eyes widening in surprise. After Zhen Yi finished, she sat up straight and serious: “It’s quick, controllable, no fear of getting sick, no need to pretend to please a man—so many benefits.” Song Yi was stunned for half a second: “With that, there’s no need to date anymore.” Zhen Yi shrugged: “Exactly. Having a boyfriend? You…
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