On a two-meter wide Sealy bed, lay a person half reclining. Their hair, long and jet black, was sprawled about like that of a baby's, fragile as a finger snap.,His hawk-like gaze swept across the empty bedroom, landing on the two crimson stains on the sheets. A furrow deepened between his brows.,The sky seemed to ignore his words. A pair of large eyes stared intently at the three characters "Qin Jin," but there was a hint of gritted teeth. Holding the newspaper, he suddenly crumpled it in his fist.。