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"Xiao Fang, I'm talking to you. Why are you asleep? Don't you enjoy my class?"
I frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure on my face as I reached out and gently nudged Xiao Fang's shoulder, trying to wake him up while pondering the reason behind his unusual behavior today.
Sigh, I realized I had no choice but to take action now. I sighed helplessly, my brow furrowing even more as my hands instinctively clenched and relaxed.
But to resolve such a tangled issue all at once, I really needed to think things through.
This was not a simple matter; I had to come up with a foolproof plan.
I raised my hand to massage my temples, squinting slightly as I quickly considered various possible solutions in my mind, but my thoughts were like a tangled mess that I couldn't untangle.
To be honest, Qin Su wasn't a bad woman—bad enough for me to justify getting rid of her outright.
I shook my head gently, a complex expression crossing my face, filled with helplessness and a touch of guilt. She was just a pitiful woman who had lost my love.
She had never wronged me in any way; she was simply too obsessed with our relationship, unwilling to let go. And as for me, I couldn't find a reasonable justification for divorcing her.
Initially, I thought it would be fine to live together respectfully and peacefully until old age.
But I never expected that Le'er would want to kill her.
At this thought, I couldn't help but shiver, inwardly lamenting: jealousy is indeed a terrifying thing. It's like a flame hidden deep within the heart that doesn't extinguish over time; it only erupts unexpectedly at some moment without warning. Don't you agree?
As I spoke, I turned slightly to look at Xiao Fang, hoping for some kind of response from him—even just a confirming glance would do.
Sigh, it seems you truly have wasted my good intentions. While I was giving you a lecture, you actually fell asleep on the platform.
I sighed again, a hint of disappointment in my voice. Standing up, I slowly walked to the edge of the platform and looked down at Xiao Fang, my gaze filled with helplessness and reproach. I bent slightly, reaching out to wake him again, but halfway through, I hesitated. It seemed pointless to wake him at this moment.
Forget it, the students will be here soon. Let me finish this lesson.
I straightened up, adjusted my clothes, and gathered my scattered emotions. Taking a deep breath, I turned to face the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and prepared to continue writing those tedious physics formulas. Yet my mind was completely elsewhere; I mechanically moved the chalk across the board, producing a soft scratching sound.
Xiao Fang, this is your last lesson from me.
My tone grew heavy as I paused involuntarily, leaving an abrupt white mark on the blackboard. Then I resumed writing, my eyes reflecting a sense of determination, as if once this lesson ended, everything would come to a close.
In reality, there aren't that many coincidences—especially not ones where two murder cases intertwine perfectly unless someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes.
I tilted my head slightly in thought, the chalk in my hand coming to a stop. My brow furrowed as my gaze deepened with contemplation. Various possibilities raced through my mind, but ultimately, I found no clear answers.
Regardless of everything else, all that mattered was ensuring Le'er got what she wanted. Although she only needed an alibi, I would certainly fulfill that for her—and even more.
A slight smile crept onto my lips, tinged with bitterness. As long as I could protect Le'er, it seemed worth it to do anything.
She had relied on me since childhood; when she learned that her alibi had unexpectedly failed, she would undoubtedly call me for help.
I understood this instinctively, just as I understood the rhythm of my own heartbeat.
I had already prepared a new alibi for her; however, I couldn't reach out first—I had to wait until she needed something from me.
I stood on the Platform with my arms crossed, feeling that everything was under my control.
Unless things developed in a way that surprised me, I wouldn't call her. I shrugged lightly; it was best if that surprise never happened.
After receiving her call, I would tell her what to do. In the alibi I designed for her, your reason for suicide was a necessary condition.
I lowered my head slightly, a complex emotion flashing in my eyes—helplessness mixed with a hint of ruthlessness. Though this wasn't what I wanted to see, it was the only way for both myself and Le'er to escape our predicament.
She was the only one who knew I had the motive to kill you. As long as she followed through, I would be absolutely safe.
Lost in thought, I paced slowly on the Platform, my steps light yet tinged with tension. Occasionally, I glanced at Xiao Fang, as if waiting for his approval.
Don't worry; she won't blame me for this.
Just like she didn't consult me before deciding to kill my wife.
I murmured to myself, my expression becoming somewhat strange—neither a smile nor a cry. My heart was filled with mixed emotions, unsure whether to feel relieved or sorrowful.
Xiao Fang, time is running out; I wish you happiness in another world.
I stopped and stood there quietly, a hint of sadness in my gaze as I spoke softly in the direction where Xiao Fang was. My voice was low but carried my final farewell to him. Then, I slowly closed my eyes, as if mourning for him or trying to calm the complex and chaotic feelings within me.
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