But now it seems that it was wishful thinking on his part.

"Ye Heping's death was indeed not an accident."

Cheng Jianshe closed his eyes tightly, recalling everything that had happened back then.

As a comrade-in-arms, Ye Heping is an excellent one.

He is honest and kind.

Righteous and brave.

Ye Heping is perfect, so perfect that he has no flaws.

It was so perfect that Cheng Jianshe was jealous.

Ye Heping has loving parents, a beautiful wife, and an adorable daughter. It seems that everything in this world exists for Ye Heping.

Seeing Ye Heping's harmonious family and loving relationship with his wife, Cheng Jianshe felt increasingly inferior and jealous.

At that time, he was only jealous and never thought of Ye Heping dying.

"Before going to the battlefield, I received a letter with only one sentence: Ye Heping should die on the battlefield."

"Accompanying this letter, besides the crimes I committed, is a playing card, the Ace of Hearts."

Cheng Jianshe paused briefly, then continued:

"Including having Ye Fanxing fostered in my home, that was also at their instruction."

"For four whole years, I never received any further instructions regarding the Ace of Hearts."

In the dead of night, Cheng Jianshe also wondered if he had made a mistake.

Once the arrow is drawn, there's no turning back.

He could only make one mistake after another.

Huo Dongfang stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Jianshe's wrist with one hand.

The bones in his palm made a cracking sound.

Cheng Jianshe, sweating profusely from the pain, argued desperately, "Huo Dongfang, even if you kill me, I still won't know who the Ace of Hearts is."

A fierce killing intent surged in Huo Dongfang's handsome eyes, and a sentence slowly escaped from his thin lips.

Where is that letter now?