Duan Ye's hands were trembling, and his temples were throbbing with pain.
What is the truth?
He had said such hurtful things to Ye Nuan, and now he was telling her that someone was behind all of this?
The person behind the scenes was someone he had never doubted since childhood.
Liang Mo was silent for a while before saying, "This is the only bit of evidence we can find. It cannot prove that Nan Xing drove Ye Nuan crazy, nor can it prove that Nan Xing is guilty."
"Duan Ye, Ye Nuan can say she has no family. I'm not trying to morally blackmail her, but only you in this world know the details of what happened back then."
"If Ye Nuan really leaves any clues, I believe only you can find them."
Duan Ye's eyes were bloodshot. Liang Mo looked at him and said, "I know this is difficult, but we can't let an innocent person die like this without knowing why."
"Only by finding strong evidence can old cases be reopened."
"We still have absolutely no clue about anything concerning Grandma Luo..."
Before Liang Mo could finish speaking, her phone rang.
Liang Mo answered the call, listened for a few seconds, remained silent for a while, and then looked at Duan Ye.
A sense of foreboding rose in Duan Ye's heart. Soon, Liang Mo put his phone on the table and turned on speakerphone: "Xiao Wang, repeat what you just said."
"Yes, Team Leader Liang."
"Here's the thing, we found that the homeowner has two mobile phone numbers. One of them has always been in X City and has always been in normal use. As for the other one, it was only transferred from Kyoto to X City tonight. We can only find the ownership of the two locations, but we don't know how many years the phone in Kyoto has been in Kyoto."
"But we found the manufacturer of the surveillance system. According to the investigation, it was confirmed that the surveillance system was installed five years ago and the fees have been paid continuously. As for the payment account, it has been found to be an empty account that has been cancelled."
Liang Mo: "Okay, I understand. Stay put."
Liang Mo looked at Duan Ye: "That surveillance footage has already proven everything. Now that we've discovered the footage, it means the other party will definitely try to erase the traces, so..."
Before Liang Mo could finish speaking, Duan Ye stood up: "Sister-in-law, I know what you mean."
After saying that, Duan Ye stopped waiting for his fate, went upstairs, grabbed his coat, and hurriedly went downstairs.
Liang Mo: "Keep in touch."
Duan Ye looked at Liang Mo, his eyes filled with sorrow, but Duan Ye still nodded: "Okay."
And so, at five in the morning, Duan Ye drove alone to the Warm Home.
The streets were still dark, and Duan Ye was in agony every moment while waiting for the traffic lights to change.
He truly loved Ye Nuan, which is why he felt such disgust and found it so difficult to accept her endless entanglement and threats.
Everything that happened afterward—she was already dead—so he intentionally chose to forget about her...
Because these past few years have been truly painful.
He didn't want to recall those bad memories.
But clearly, they did have some good times together.
However, when cracks appear in a relationship, the first things people forget are the beautiful memories.
At six o'clock in the morning, Duan Ye stood at the entrance of the Wenxin Jiayuan community, the former Ye family home.
Duan Ye's face was pale, almost bloodless. He raised his hand and then lowered it again, struggling with this dilemma for nearly an hour.
The door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man who was not a familiar face came out.
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing standing at my door?"
Duan Ye: "Your front door? Isn't this the Ye family's house?"
"I bought this house several years ago. The person you're looking for isn't here. Hurry up and leave..."
Duan Ye suddenly stopped him, and the middle-aged man was also stunned when he saw Duan Ye's appearance.
After half an hour of communication, the man led Duan Ye into the house and they arrived at the house where Ye Nuan used to live.
"You mean this room? Well, I'll give you half an hour. Go in and see for yourself."
After saying that, the man opened the door to the room.
The room was filled with clutter and furnishings.
The man explained, "This room isn't big, and there are a lot of scratches on the walls. My wife and I decided to use it as a storage room. Hurry up, I need to leave soon."
The man rambled on, "If my wife and kids weren't away today, I would never have let you in..."
Duan Ye could no longer hear what he was saying; he simply walked into the storage room and closed the door temporarily.
The man wanted to go up and take a look, but then he thought that the storage room only contained piles of junk that weren't worth much, so he sat back down on the sofa.
This is a second-hand house. The original owners sold it at a low price because they didn't have much money, so it was hardly changed. They just added a lot of new things.
Duan Ye pressed on, traversing countless cardboard boxes, until he finally arrived at Ye Nuan's bedside. He followed the few remaining traces...
He crouched down and finally saw the scratches the man had mentioned; they were a sentence that had been written and then crossed out.
If I die, will anyone cry for me?
Duan Ye's eyes immediately stung with tears. With trembling hands, he gently stroked the sentence, carefully examining each word.
Besides this sentence, there are some other fragments: Nanxing...I hate...
There was another character, "Luo," but the characters after it were all neatly crossed out, so Duan Ye couldn't make out the rest. Then...
It was Duan Ye's name, written in the corner of the wall, next to a heart shape, and the sentence next to it: "Then I wish you to forget me and be happy forever."
Although it was quite old, Duan Ye could still make out the traces and it seemed to be the last sentence Ye Nuan wrote on this wall.
Because there are no scratches on it.
Duan Ye sat there blankly for a long time, tears welling up as if about to burst forth.
But he held back and stood up again.
He remembered what Ye Nuan had said many years ago: "Senior, I love writing little notes."
"Hmm? What kind of little notes does Nuannuan like to write?"
"It's just a record of happy moments, and of course, it also holds grudges."
At that time, Duan Ye was just a college student. Holding Ye Nuan's hand, they strolled on campus. It was late autumn, and maple leaves fell from the school. The wind blew in gusts. He once thought that he would marry no one but her in this life.
"Hold a grudge? Then I won't dare to make you angry so easily in the future."
"Haha, it's actually not that bad. Come here, I'll tell you a secret."
Duan Ye looked at her mysterious expression and lowered his head.
Ye Nuan: "Senior, there's a little secret compartment under my bed in my room. I'll always keep a record of the days I loved you."
"Of course, I'll also record the days you love me."
"Senior, let's get married after graduation. I really want to have a home with you."
He was Ye Nuan's first love. Duan Ye didn't remember what he had said. Now, looking back, he only remembered the light kiss Ye Nuan left on his cheek.
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