The prince of Beijing circle is unattainable, and asks her to take responsibility at night

"Closing up the stall, closing up the stall!" He said as he picked up his bag, leaned on his crutches, and limped towards the deserted place.

It soon went away.

Jiang Zhi and Shang Yanjing looked at each other and saw a hint of confusion in each other's eyes.

The old man's words seemed to have a deeper meaning, but it was also difficult to understand.

They went to look for the old man, but he was nowhere to be seen at the temple fair.

They walked through the bustling crowd, the bustle of the temple fair and the lights of the night market intertwined to form a vivid picture.

But at this moment, Jiang Zhi's mind was drifting far away. She was still thinking about what the old man said.

"Do you believe what he said?" Shang Yanjing broke the silence.

"What does it matter whether you believe it or not?" Jiang Zhi's voice was a little tired. "Sometimes, the truth is not important. What matters is what people want to believe."

If you believe it, there will be nothing.

If you think it sounds good, then listen to it.

If something doesn't sound good, just forget about it.

The most important thing is what you want to believe.

Shang Yanjing did not answer, but just looked at her face silently.

Under the light, the woman's face became even more beautiful.

"I believe it," he said suddenly.

As the two were walking, Jiang Zhi heard these words.

She paused in her steps.

Turning around to look at Shang Yanjing's face.

"I believe what he said."

Jiang Zhi was stunned.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at a bridge.

Under the bridge is the slowly flowing river, reflecting the lights of the city, making it look particularly peaceful.

Jiang Zhi stood on the bridge and looked at Shang Yanjing's figure in the light.

"Have you ever thought about what you would do if you could do it all over again?"

Shang Yanjing was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "If I could do it again, I wish I could have met you earlier."

Jiang Zhi turned his head and looked at Shang Yanjing, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

She knew that Shang Yanjing's words were filled with deep emotion, but she had too many ties in her heart.

"Shang Yanjing, even if it was earlier, you wouldn't recognize me." Jiang Zhi said softly, "If it was earlier, we wouldn't have met..."

Before she could finish her words, Shang Yanjing suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

"I don't like a word you say."

Jiang Zhi struggled for a while but couldn't break free.

"Shang Yanjing, let go."

Shang Yanjing didn't say anything, but just hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to melt all her uneasiness and hesitation in his arms.

"I..." Jiang Zhi hesitated to speak, her heart full of contradictions and struggles.

"Let me hold you for a while. You haven't let me hold you in a long time." Shang Yanjing finally spoke, his voice low and firm, "Okay."

Jiang Zhi's eyes darkened.

Most people can't bear this tone.

Especially, coming from someone like Shang Yanjing.

At this moment, she closed her eyes, feeling Shang Yanjing's warmth and strength, and her heart gradually calmed down.

It seemed like he always had this kind of magic that could soothe people's inner anxiety.

But he didn't belong to her after all.

"Shang Yanjing." She said softly, with a hint of relief in her voice, "Actually, you're looking for..."

"Well……"

The man's thin lips pressed up.

The man's thin lips were cold.

The moment he touched her, she couldn't help but shrink back.

The man pressed the back of her head with his hand and pushed her in front of him little by little.

"Don't hide."

"Woooo..."

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhi felt his mouth go numb.

But the man still refused to let her go.

As the night deepened, the clamor of the temple fair gradually faded, leaving behind the faint scent of fireworks and the tranquility of the crowds. Jiang Zhi and Shang Yanjing walked side by side on their way home, their shadows stretched long under the streetlights.

"Shang Yanjing." Jiang Zhi suddenly spoke, her voice a little ethereal in the night wind. She stopped and turned to face him. "The relationship between us, like this temple fair, will eventually fade away."

After the excitement, it’s time to disperse.

Just like her and Shang Yanjing.

Shang Yanjing held her hand tightly, his eyes firm, "Jiang Zhi, I won't let our relationship end like a temple fair. I will accompany you through every lively and quiet moment."

“…” In an instant, the walls of her heart collapsed, and all her hesitations and concerns drifted away with the night wind.

"You will regret it sooner or later." Jiang Zhi's voice was full of determination.

"I won't." He said word by word, "No matter whether the future is bustling or quiet, we will always be together. Jiang Zhi, you are destined to be mine."

"........."

Shang Yanjing directly hugged her in his arms.

……

As soon as Lin Xin returned, he was taken away by the police.

During the repeated questioning by the police, she said something different each time, and finally, she was put on a lie detector.

The machine's pointer jumped on the paper tape, recording her heartbeat and breathing changes.

Although Lin Xin tried to remain calm, his nervousness was still revealed in subtle physiological reactions.

Polygraph experts carefully analyze every peak and trough on the graph, trying to find clues to the truth.

As the questions deepened, she began to look anxious and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

In the end, after answering a series of key questions, the results of the polygraph convinced the police that she had not fully confessed.

"Ms. Lin, I advise you to confess. This is irrefutable evidence."

Lin Xin sat there, and faced with the overwhelming evidence, she finally broke down and admitted what she had done on the night of the incident.

Lin Xin did not have any mental illness when he committed the crime.

But because there is a record of psychiatric examination.

Therefore, the death penalty was not imposed.

Upon hearing the news, Lin Xin's tears silently rolled down her face, forming a sharp contrast to her previous calm and composed image.

"I...I did something wrong." Lin Xin's voice trembled, and her eyes were full of fear and regret.

"You killed someone, what did you do wrong?"

Lin Xin took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, as if making a final struggle.

"It wasn't me! I didn't do it!" Lin Xin shouted excitedly. She couldn't find any other way except to do this.

Soon she was held down by the prison guard's shoulders and told to "behave yourself."

"It's not me, why are you still doing this to me! It's not me!"

"Why are you all on Jiang Zhi's side? It's obviously..."

"be honest!"

Lin Xin was severely beaten by the prison guard.

At this moment, a woman dressed warmly appeared.

Showed up in the detention center.

"It's you……"

Lin Xin looked at the person who came, his eyes dark at this moment, "You must be here to take me out."

"...Idiot, I'm here to tell you that this cooperation is over. If you want your daughter to live well in this world, you'd better shut up."

"What do you want to do! I'm just doing what you say..."