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Jiang He was very confused. Why would someone who looked nothing like a murderer so easily admit to being one? If she refused to confess, Jiang He would not have enough evidence to prove that Yang Feiwen was a killer.
Thus, Jiang He could only come to question Yang Feiwen instead of arresting her. However, Yang Feiwen was surprisingly honest; Jiang He merely presented her guesses, and Yang Feiwen acknowledged them. This was something Jiang He had never anticipated because, based on the cases she had compiled, almost no murderer confessed without crucial evidence.
Jiang He couldn't understand, so she fixed her gaze intently on Yang Feiwen in front of her.
Yang Feiwen still wore that shy, blushing expression, as if admitting to something trivial that wouldn’t affect her life at all. Her face remained flushed, and her speech was still quite reserved.
What does a murderer really look like? Is it a fierce-looking thug with scars all over their body? A shrewd businessman with a glint of malice in their eyes? Or perhaps a born sadist with an antisocial personality?
Among the many descriptions of murderers, Jiang He had come to a conclusion: most murderers were just ordinary people. Looking at Yang Feiwen, it was hard to believe she could be a killer. Yet, she had taken four lives.
After a brief silence, Yang Feiwen spoke in a gentle voice and began recounting a bloody story to Jiang He.
Yang Feiwen met Qin Qingxue in their sophomore year when they were placed in the same class during a reshuffle.
Birds of a feather flock together; the kind of person you are attracts similar people around you.
If a mouse suddenly seeks freedom, it is no longer just a mouse but has transformed into a field mouse.
Yang Feiwen and Qin Qingxue shared similar personalities, but the environments that shaped them were entirely different. Qin Qingxue was introverted because her family was very poor and looked down upon by others. Amidst the gossip and rumors, she found herself unable to refute them and chose silence instead, which gradually made her very withdrawn.
On the other hand, Yang Feiwen was introverted simply because no one spoke to her. For much of her childhood, her parents were busy working outside. She grew up with various babysitters and nannies, and by the time she reached an age where she could be independent, there were no more caregivers at home.
In her loneliness, Yang Feiwen found solace in food. As her figure and weight increased, more people began to mock her. Not knowing how to respond, she remained silent. Although Yang Feiwen came from a wealthy family, she felt deeply insecure.
When two insecure individuals walk together, they often discover each other's strengths.
Before long, the two became inseparable best friends who shared everything with each other.
It was a time when they had just been assigned to the same class. Yang Feiwen and Qin Qingxue were not familiar with each other, and two quiet individuals found it difficult to initiate a conversation. If it weren't for that incident, perhaps their relationship would have remained nothing more than a nodding acquaintance throughout their lives. But fate has a way of surprising people with love.
That summer, Yang Feiwen bought buns made by Qin Qingxue's family while Qin Qingxue was helping her parents sell them.
Yang Feiwen felt awkward as she took the buns. "Your family's buns are really delicious. I've been here many times before, but I never ran into you."
After saying that, both girls' faces turned red.
Qin Qingxue blushed and replied, "I used to be the one making the buns, but my dad said I wasn't good at it, so he let me come out to collect money instead."
"Mm."
And so it began with a bun.
Classes started at seven-thirty in high school, and Qin Qingxue would always leave with her parents around five o'clock to set up their stall, waiting in front of the narrow shop for customers looking to buy breakfast. Every day at seven o'clock, Yang Feiwen would appear at Qin Qingxue's family shop on time, buying a steamer of buns, and they would eat together on their way to school.
Qin Qingxue said, "You come here every day; it must be quite a trek for you."
"It's on my way," Yang Feiwen replied.
Those were the happiest days for Yang Feiwen because she had never felt this way before.
The introverted Yang Feiwen always gave others a cold impression, especially since she ranked either first or second in academics throughout the school. This kind of top student made her seem difficult to approach. The homeroom teacher only cared about students' grades and ignored everything else; he certainly didn't want Yang Feiwen to become more extroverted because that would mean she would spend her study time on socializing.
Yang Feiwen was indeed a good student, but every person in the world needs social interaction. No one exists independently from society or outside of this collective.
In truth, it was Yang Feiwen's first time buying buns from Qin Qingxue's family, but for some reason, she lied. In reality, she had to take a much longer route to get there, yet for some reason, she chose to lie.
From that day on, Yang Feiwen never arrived late, no matter the weather.
It didn't take long for two girls who would blush at just a glance to become good friends who walked to school hand in hand. If they were together, they talked about everything—ranging from studies to gossip, from the mysteries of the universe to trivial matters about their parents, and from human anatomy to gossip websites.
The things they couldn't share with anyone else became their shared secrets.
There were no secrets between them; even topics like what happened with Kong Anping were openly discussed by Qin Qingxue with Yang Feiwen.
In Li Wei's words, the two were so close they seemed like one person.
Until that rainy night.
Did Kong Anping love Qin Qingxue? Yes, but how much did he love her? The answer was that Kong Anping loved himself more.
On the night of the grading estimates, Qin Qingxue indeed wanted some time alone, so she asked Kong Anping to wait at the school gate. However, Yang Feiwen clearly heard Qin Qingxue's words as well. Waiting for Qin Qingxue were not only Kong Anping but also Yang Feiwen.
In Yang Feiwen's life, no one had ever made her worry this much because she had only one friend—Qin Qingxue.
In the solitude of the lonely night, she held an umbrella and watched Kong Anping from a distance at the school gate.
Ever since Qin Qingxue got together with Kong Anping, Yang Feiwen understood that her position in Qin Qingxue's heart had diminished significantly compared to Kong Anping. Those moments that were once filled with joy between her and Qin Qingxue had now turned into joyful times shared by Qin Qingxue and Kong Anping.
Yet Yang Feiwen remained Qin Qingxue's best friend; it was just that this friendship had gradually grown distant. In fact, when their conversations on the way to school revolved solely around Kong Anping, Yang Feiwen realized this truth.
Friend, if I am destined to accompany you only for a while, you will always be my forever friend. I will silently wish for your happiness every day.
Yang Feiwen dined alone, read alone, laughed heartily or cried out loud in front of the television at night by herself. When she was alone, she was just a girl who could vent all her emotions. Then she transformed into that aloof yet unnoticed academic achiever.
This is the label that people in the world give to top students, but no one has ever thought to look into Yang Feiwen's heart.
Only one person has seen it, and that person is Qin Qingxue.
Waiting at the school gate for half an hour, Yang Feiwen quietly stood at a distance, observing Kong Anping as he took out his phone five times, fiddled with the colorful lights at the entrance seven times, and stretched out his hand twelve times to touch the pouring rain.
The lights in Class 8 went out, and Kong Anping walked into the bike shed.
However, less than five minutes later, Kong Anping rushed out of the shed in a panic. He didn't open his umbrella; it was just a decoration in his hand. Kong Anping ran through the heavy rain and quickly disappeared from sight.
Yang Feiwen found it strange; she felt something must have happened. So she walked toward the bike shed.
But before Yang Feiwen could reach the other side of the street, she saw three men come out of the shed: Zhuang Ziming, Song You, and Shih Wenshan. Although Yang Feiwen was shy and introverted, she knew every classmate in her class.
Lonely Yang Feiwen had a game she could play alone: watching each person in her class and then crafting a story about them in her mind.
This game could last a lifetime.
Like Kong Anping, the three men hurriedly vanished into the rainy night.
Yang Feiwen stood still until she saw their figures completely blend into the background. Then she hurriedly continued forward and had already reached the front door of the bike shed.
At that moment, Qin Qingxue pushed her bicycle out.
Qin Qingxue's shirt was already torn, and she walked forward sobbing, drenched in the rain, neither riding her bike nor using an umbrella.
Yang Feiwen was right behind Qin Qingxue; as soon as Qin Qingxue turned around, she would see Yang Feiwen. And if Yang Feiwen made even a slight sound above the rain, Qin Qingxue would hear it.
Yang Feiwen remained silent for reasons unknown.
She watched Qin Qingxue's shirt, observed Kong Anping rushing out, and saw Zhuang Ziming, Song You, and Shih Wenshan leaving in a hurry. It didn't take long for her to understand what had happened.
Qin Qingxue had told Yang Feiwen that she intended to save her virginity for her wedding night. She had never been intimate with Kong Anping, which meant that it was the most precious thing to Qin Qingxue.
As she looked at Qin Qingxue's retreating figure, Yang Feiwen suddenly recalled a memory from her school days:
It was raining heavily, and all the children were picked up by their parents, but no one came for her. To pretend that she was no different from the others, she told her teacher that her parents' car was parked far away and that she needed to run to catch it. She feigned excitement as she dashed into the rain, disappearing from the teacher's sight.
No one came to pick her up.
She ran while crying.
Just like Qin Qingxue now.
"Don't be sad."
Yang Feiwen silently urged Qin Qingxue in her heart.
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