Chapter 131
‘Luo Lang’ stared at her without speaking.
Jian Yao felt as if her heart was aflame with many fiery threads. Yes, yes, he had Luo Lang’s face, he had Luo Lang’s eyes. But his posture when smoking was totally different from Luo Lang’s, and the light that flashed in his eyes was entirely too sly. Since the profiles of the butterfly killer and the masked killer were in no way the same, then there was absolutely no possibility of them being the same person.
More precisely, there was no possibility of them being the same . . . personality.
The questions that Bo Jinyan had asked Wen Rong in that small building about masked killer no. 3 could be assumed to have been confirmed at this moment!
He had asked: What secret is ’he’ hiding?
Why was ‘he’ so timid, and yet so crazy?
Why was ‘he’ rebelling against the entire world, why was he endlessly searching for his true self?
What on earth was it that had imprisoned ‘his’ spirit for such a long time?
Which caused him to persistently and strenuously pursue emotions, pursue affection, pursue his true self.