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Only when the other party refuses to cooperate can the police use their privileges. Now the other party is extremely polite, and the police have no reason to embarrass them.

Liang Xiaohong was shocked for a moment and shouted, “Xue An, how could you let the police take you away obediently? If you were photographed by the media, your reputation would be ruined.”

Xue An smiled gently, “Groundless allegations will be proved false. I believe that the police will clear my name.”

“But…” Liang Xiaohong wanted to say more, but Xue An glanced at her indifferently. Liang Xiaohong subconsciously shrank her neck and swallowed what she wanted to say.

The two were taken away by the police. As Xue An passed by Ming Jing, he smiled and glanced at her: “Ms. Zhu, I learned something today.”

Ming Jing did not look at him, her eyes fixed on the ground, as if lost in thought.

Xue An narrowed his eyes and left with the police.

“Zhu Mingjing, you wait for me!” Liang Xiaohong left with a vicious threat, very unwillingly.

As the informant, Ming Jing had to go to the police station with the police to make a statement, and Ye Zhen also went there. In addition to the murder charge, she also accused Liang Xiaohong of kidnapping and trafficking… She had collected evidence for such a long time and would not let the two go this time.

Wu Xiaoju and Lan Huixin were taken back as witnesses.

Qu Feitai frowned, looked at Bai Ziyan, and Bai Ziyan said, “You are not in a suitable position to get involved. I will ask my cousin for help.” His cousin from his aunt’s family worked in the police system.

“Thank you.”

Bai Ziyan glanced at him: “Do you have no shame? Ming Jing is my friend, why would you thank me?”

Qu Feitai ignored him and walked away.

Bai Ziyan caught up with a light jog: “Hey, hey… Why are you so angry? What a petty fellow…”

The two walked out of the private room and saw the police dragging Zhao Heqiang and Mr. Zhou out. Bai Ziyan went up and kicked each of them: “Fuck your mother, you dare to lay hands on my people? Sending you to meet the king of hell.”

The policeman reprimanded, “What are you doing?”

Hitting people in front of the police is simply outrageous.

Bai Ziyan snorted, “These two people are scum of society, damaging underage girls. As a good youth of society, shouldn’t I punish the wicked and uphold justice?”

“Once they commit crimes, the law will punish them, but you cannot hit them.”

Bai Ziyan immediately said, “Uncle police, you are right. Let the law punish them, and it’s better for them to be in prison for a lifetime and not continue to harm innocent girls.”

Being called uncle by a young man not much older than himself, the young male policeman’s face was a bit unnatural. Although he felt his words made sense, the law has its own set of evaluation criteria and does not allow outsiders to make arbitrary judgments.

“I apologize, officer. We didn’t mean to cause trouble for you.” Qu Feitai pulled Bai Ziyan back, and the police left with the people.

Bai Ziyan saw Zhu Xiangxiang being taken out by the police and sneered: “How many times has this happened? There should be a limit to repaying kindness with ingratitude. Ming Jing is really too kind, letting the people who hurt her go over and over again. If it were up to me, I would beat them up until they were picking up teeth from the ground first.”

Zhu Xiangxiang’s face stiffened, and she buried her head deep, not daring to look at Bai Ziyan and Qu Feitai.

When Zhu Xiangxiang saw the police rushing in, she knew it was over.

This time Ming Jing was really serious. Although she had let her go, the law would not.

Only now did she really realize that what she had done was illegal. If she had been successful, she would not have realized it was a crime, and would have only sunk deeper and deeper into it, eventually leading to grave mistakes.

Ming Jing walked out of the Huangguan Club and suddenly stopped.

It was snowing.

The snowflakes were fluttering like a celestial goddess scattering flowers under the pitch-black sky.

She stared at the sky, reaching out her palm to catch the snowflakes.Snowflakes were chilly, falling onto her fair palm, shining and transparent like crystals.

She couldn’t tell whether her hand was colder, or if the snowflakes were even colder, as the snowflakes in her palm didn’t melt for quite a while.

Ming Jing closed her palm, the snowflakes melted into her hand, and the coldness penetrated her bones and reached her heart and lungs.

She didn’t know if it was the wind that was colder or the heart that was colder.

Before climbing into the police car, Xue An looked back at her.

The girl stood on the steps and reached out to catch the snowflakes. Her facial features were tender and gentle like a painting, appearing dim and graceful amid the fluttering snowflakes.

She said snowflakes were free and pure, fluttering and falling between the heavens and the earth, feather-light and crystal-clear without weight, but melted into water, and water nourishes everything without contention, enriching everything as it rushed toward the vast ocean.

“Let’s move to Switzerland, where there are year-round snow-capped mountains and free ski slopes. Let’s build a small wooden house under the snowy mountains, raise a few horses, enjoy fishing and horseback riding, and have a carefree life.”

The tender and joyful sound of her voice still lingered in his ear. Snow was not white, but bright red, dyed by her blood.

At this moment, the figure of the woman and the girl in white on the steps gradually overlapped. The girl sensed his gaze and looked over.

Through the fluttering snowflakes, he saw the deep irony and coldness in her eyes.

Xue An was stunned for a moment, but in the next instant, he was pushed unceremoniously into the police car by the officer.

He hurriedly clambered to the window, where a thin mist had formed on the glass from the cold air. The girl’s figure was obscured by the mist and blurred, just like the hazy figure in his dreams that had persisted for more than a decade.

He raised his sleeve to wipe away the mist from the window, but the car started, and the girl’s figure disappeared.

He crazily pressed his face against the window, his expression anxious and desperate.

His sudden action startled the police officer who grabbed his shoulder and coldly said, “Behave yourself, don’t try to be slick.”

Xue An burst into laughter. He was handcuffed by the police and his face pressed against the seat, but he didn’t care and continued to smile bitterly, his expression mad.

“It’s her; she’s back.”

After completing the record, Ming Jing came out. The snow had stopped.

She stood under the eaves outside the police station, the Buddhist beads slipping quickly between her fingers.

A coat landed on her shoulders, blocking the cold wind and bringing her some warmth.

Qu Feitai stared at her fingertips, slightly frowning. He didn’t say anything but silently accompanied Ming Jing.

“Do you like snow?” Ming Jing suddenly asked. Her voice was even colder than the chilly night wind.

Qu Feitai was startled. Ming Jing rarely initiated conversations with him. Hearing her ask this, Qu Feitai felt a slight happiness in his heart but remained calm, saying, “I like the purity and freedom of snowflakes. The vast expanse of white can wash away all the filth and dirt in this world.”

Ming Jing turned to look at him, her eyes somewhat lost and misty in the dim night.

Qu Feitai’s palms began to sweat nervously, but he didn’t dare to look back, afraid that he would expose himself inadvertently. So he forced himself to maintain his aloof demeanor.

“There was once someone who said the same thing.”

Qu Feitai really wanted to ask who that person was, but he knew that even if he asked, Ming Jing wouldn’t tell him.

“Have you ever seen red snow?” The girl’s distant voice seemed to come from another world, ethereal and elusive, carrying the coldness of snow.

Red snow?

Qu Feitai shook his head, “How could there be red snow?”

Ming Jing smiled slightly, “I’ve seen it before.”