Xiao Qiao looked at him. To say she had no emotional turmoil would be deceiving herself. This was once her best male friend, the male friend she trusted the most, essentially her bosom friend.
They once had youthful, happy years.
But they lost to their beliefs.
"Was it you who shot Lily?" Xiao Qiao said, "Belle is dead."
MG remained silent, his right hand trembling slightly. There was no need to say more; Xiao Qiao could guess that it was indeed MG who took action. He wasn't someone who dared to act but not admit. Xiao Qiao sarcastically said, "A few years ago, you were ordered to kill Belle, but Belle outsmarted you, faked her death, and escaped. Unexpectedly, she avoided it initially but couldn't escape forever and eventually died at your hands. Consider it the completion of the mission from five years ago?"
"Don't say it." Belle's death caught him off guard.
