Ran Yan suddenly felt very alone, compared to when she first arrived, she had ties—Ran Yunsheng, Xing Niang, Wan Lu, and Ge Lan, they were all good to her, which was her fortune, but for some reason, occasionally she still felt utterly isolated.
It was for that reason, she couldn't afford to be soft-hearted.
Ran Yan's intelligence was not one that couldn't conceive of strategies, but she just lacked the patience to apply her mind to those unnecessary, endless squabbles. Having worked as a forensic doctor for many years, she knew one clear truth: for a person, the end of life meant the end of everything, leaving behind a body that told secrets only a forensic doctor could understand.
Guessing that the time was about right, Ran Yan pulled out the short knife from her flute, pried open the door latch, and walked in.
