Tang Li's heart was tightly clenched, so tense that it almost suffocated her.
Her gaze never dared to leave Tang Huai for a moment, afraid that if she looked away even for a second, Tang Huai would be taken away, and she would never see him again in her life.
She clasped her hands tightly, the depth of her nails into her flesh reflecting her level of tension.
Gu Jiajia, sitting next to her, felt the same way.
Call her selfish or biased, she hoped Yang Jinghai was the murderer rather than Tang Huai.
If Yang Jinghai really was the murderer and was finally executed, they would be heartbroken, they would be sad, but they would still try to live on for Yang Jinghai.
However, if Tang Huai was the murderer, if Tang Huai was executed, they would not only be heartbroken but also helpless.
What would Tang Li do? What would Zihan and Yuanyuan do?
They needed Tang Huai's care, needed Tang Huai to be their guide.
