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0She hurriedly reached out her hand to undo it, but the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't do it. Her entire face was flushed red with anxiety, and she wanted nothing more than to get her hands on the buttons.    

    

A hand gently brushed away her hand and replaced it on her chest. The large hand nimbly helped him undo the buttons, and then matched them one by one.    

    

The two of them were very close. When he lowered his head and played with his hands, his breath would occasionally spray onto her neck. Ding Yiyi raised her head with all her might, praying that he wouldn't suddenly look up and see her embarrassment.    

    

Outside the door, Xia Yihan looked at the time and reached out her hand to press the button again. However, her hand was wrapped by another hand. Ye Zimo looked confused. She looked at her wife and suggested a coffee shop nearby.    

    

Even someone as innocent as Xia Yihan was able to quickly figure out what had happened after decades of marriage. She looked at him coquettishly and whispered, "Why didn't you say so earlier? You made me press you so many times."    

    

At this moment, the door opened. Ye Nianmo was standing in the doorway. "Mom and Dad."    

    

Ding Yiyi hid behind him, thinking about her flushed face, and wailed in her heart. It seemed as if the other party did not notice that they had entered the room.    

    

Ye Nianmo looked at the door and a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. Hearing Ding Yiyi's call, he answered and then turned around to close the door.    

    

On the other side, outside of the villa's wall, Baker was planning to do the same thing. Using the same method as before, he would climb over the wall and then go to the villa to find Xia Yihan.    

    

As soon as his hands touched the wall, he heard a lazy cat cry. When he climbed up the wall, he found a fat Persian cat sitting on top of the wall, looking at him.    

    

The cat had a different look in its eyes. Despite it being filthy, it still mewled at him lazily.    

    

Baker recognized the Persian cat that Ding Yiyi had been looking for. He wanted to bring it back to her, but he didn't expect to jump off the wall so quickly right after he reached out his hand.    

    

When he jumped off the wall, he found that the Persian cat had run into a shabby, seemingly uninhabited villa. He suddenly remembered that he had seen the Persian cat before.    

    

Without thinking too much, he followed the Persian cat into the villa. The door was not locked at all, and with a light push, the door opened with a creak.    

    

It was very dark in the room. He stepped on an empty bottle. The empty bottle rolled once, as if it had hit something. It stopped and then let out a clear clanging sound.    

    

He fumbled with the switch until he found it on the floor of the hall. He pressed the button, and the light was so bright that the furnishings in the room were clear.    

    

The furnishings in the room were as dilapidated as the scenery outside the door. The bottles all over the floor, the blankets that had already turned to dust, and the noodles that he had not finished, were covered in a thick layer of spider web. A pungent smell came from the corner of the room and Sissel's voice could be heard.    

    

That Persian cat was squatting on a small refrigerator in the corner, constantly licking its fur. It turned a blind eye to that nest of mice and held a little hostility towards Baker's arrival.    

    

Seeing that he was about to get close, the fur on his body changed and his eyes rolled. His body slightly curled backwards and his soft tail occasionally swayed up and down as if he lacked strength.    

    

Baker came closer and stretched out his arms to hold the Persian cat in his arms. However, he didn't know that the cat would turn away the moment he reached out his hands, which not only made him empty, but also nearly made him fall because of stepping on the glass bottle under the refrigerator.    

    

He quickly stretched out his hand to find a place to stand. In a panic, he pushed open a door. There was a rotten smell coming from inside the door. It was the smell of broken food, which made people feel nauseous.    

    

The Persian cat mewled at his feet, from time to time reaching out its front paws to lick at his lips, as if it had nothing to do with him.    

    

He looked around the house. There was a pile of stale food in the corner, the sausages with their bags torn from their bites, the food with their masticatory bugs, the cakes with their green mold, and so many other things. The owner had left in a hurry, it seemed, without even bothering to clean the food.    

    

On the other side of the wall, near the window, there was a big table, but the table was very clean and there was a very big photo album. On the other side of the wall, near the window, there was a very big table, and the table was very clean and there was a very large    

    

"Alright, naughty child." Baker shrugged his shoulders and pushed the fabric up before walking towards the table with big strides.    

    

There was a photo of a woman on top of the photo album. The woman was sitting in the car and bathing in the sunlight. It was clear that the scenery outside the window was rapidly passing by, but the woman squinted her eyes as if she didn't care.    

    

That's not right? That was not the look of enjoyment, but the look of fear and worry. She looked out the window, her beautiful eyes slowly filled with worry, as if the one taking pictures of her was a devil who was pushing her into a black abyss.    

    

"Ding Yiyi?" Baker was very surprised. He picked up the photo and saw that there was a series of numbers written on the back. He immediately associated it with the time.    

    

A year ago, Ding Yiyi was badly injured in a fire, but now it is confirmed that it was Ao Xue who was in the fire, and Ding Yiyi was rescued, and there was an air crash on the plane.    

    

The person who rescued Ding Yiyi was the one who took the photo, right? The person who placed Ao Xue in Ding Yiyi's house and caused her severe burns?    

    

Then, the question was, who was this person?    

    

The Persian cat did not leave. Instead, it squatted beside the album. Its fat body occupied the large wall on the table and buried its head inside it …    

    

His body was shaking slightly in his forelimbs. He was dozing with his eyes closed, as if he had forgotten that a minute ago, he had been playing cat catching with humans.    

    

Baker opened the photo album and saw that it was full of Ding Yiyi's photos. There were dates on the back of each photo, and the photos were cut off one day a year ago.    

    

The last photo from a year ago was taken in the airport terminal. Ding Yiyi stood at the side, looking at a little girl with a tired expression. The little girl's mother was tying her hair.    

    

He continued to flip through, and after a few blank pages, the photo reappeared. The date was new, not long ago, and it could be seen that it wasn't taken in person, but secretly.    

    

The way Ding Yiyi looked when she was sitting in the car, the way she looked when she was walking around the neighborhood, the way she looked when she went to the vending machine to buy fruit juice.    

    

Wait! What is that! He held the photo of Ding Yiyi buying fruit juice in front of him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the reflection in the clear glass of the vending machine.    

    

The man was wearing a casual suit, and the phone he was holding up did not cover his entire face, so it was possible to see that he was a handsome young man.    

    

"It's the dead man." Baker said excitedly. He finally understood the whole story and the connection between the people inside it.    

    

The dead man had rescued Ding Yiyi from the scene of the fire, but he didn't want anyone to find out that Ding Yiyi was missing, so he had carried Ao Xue to the scene of the crime.    

    

Ao Xue had been burned beyond recognition. Ding Yiyi had separated from the dead man in the plane crash. A year and a half later, Ye Nianmo found Ding Yiyi. At the same time, the man found Ding Yiyi.    

    

Looking at the photo, he must have been thinking of taking Ding Yiyi away, and Ao Xue had woken up. But how could he and Ao Xue have reached an agreement? What did they say between them? Why did Ao Xue kill him in the end?    

    

Ye Nianmo's inaction this time was easier to understand, because he also hated that man. Even if he didn't want to kill that man, with Ao Xue, how could he let that man die miserably to avenge Ding Yiyi's suffering?    

    

All of this was his deduction and assumption. The closer he got to the truth, the more fog there was, as if there was a giant kaleidoscope in front of him. Every time he looked at it, the kaleidoscope would change to a different pattern and color.    

    

He walked around the room with his hands behind his back, muttering, "What kind of agreement was that?"    

    

The whole room was very dark. The Persian cat was snoring loudly under the dim light from the living room.    

    

The person who was walking in circles stopped. His gaze returned to the table, and his thoughts drifted away. in accordance with this phase    

    

Judging from the time numbers on the back of the book, that man must have been a very strict person. Was there a possibility for him to cooperate with Ao Xue? That was to make a backup copy of everything to prevent Ao Xue from going back on her word and give her another chance to threaten her.    

    

Thinking of this, he walked back to the desk, opened the drawer and looked through it. Inside the drawer were all novels written in pure English from foreign countries. Madame Bovary, Red and Black, Anna Karenina, and nothing but novels written in foreign books.    

    

He didn't want to give up, so he started to open the drawer on the right side. The drawer began to emit a crackling sound as he pulled it, apparently locking up.    

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The more tightly hidden something was, the more valuable it was, or rather, the more secretive it was. He was so excited that he felt that the locked cabinet must contain important information.    

    

He fiddled with it for a while, but the cabinet remained as small as before, like a soldier guarding a wall in ancient times. No matter how you attacked, the opponent would not be able to break through it.    

    

He sat down, sweating profusely as he studied the structure of the cabinet. He was surprised to find that the cabinet had a certain age and was embedded in each other. The cabinet could be opened separately.    

    

Very soon, he took out the cabinet by himself, but the contents inside left him disappointed. What were these? There was an underknitted sweater, reading glasses, an ordinary grocery bill, and a shoe with a large peony embroidered on the top.    

    

But at this moment, the Persian cat woke up. Not only did it wake up, but it was also excited. It scuttled to his feet and raised its head to call out softly.    

    

"Miaomiao, Miaomiao, Miaomiao."    

    

What was it calling? So deep and so serious, as if it wanted to knead all the emotions a cat could have into its heart, or as if it had already surpassed the emotions a cat could have. Right now, it was a person.    

    

Baker thought it might be the cat's previous owner, so he patted the cat's fluffy head. The cat didn't hide, and Baker seemed to have fallen into sorrow alone.