"Huai Xuan, what's wrong?" Zhao Chuqiao asked softly. She saw fear in Zhang Huai Xuan's eyes, her lips trembling slightly as she tightly gripped the blanket, seemingly trying to suppress something.
"I, I..." Zhang Huai Xuan wanted to say something but ultimately couldn't express anything. Her eyes were filled with pain and struggle as she lowered her head, biting her lip as if recalling some terrifying scene.
"Miss Huai Xuan, you don't need to be afraid. We will protect you. Please tell us what happened," Zhao Chuqiao said gently, trying to help her relax. She observed Zhang Huai Xuan and noticed that she instinctively covered her neck with her hand, as if hiding some secret there.
"Can you... please stop asking?" Zhang Huai Xuan's tone was filled with despair as she buried her head in the blanket, refusing to answer any questions.
A hint of worry flashed in Zhao Chuqiao's eyes as she realized that deep within Zhang Huai Xuan lay a tremendous fear that rendered her unable to speak or trust anyone.
"Alright, Miss Huai Xuan, let's take a break for now and talk tomorrow," Zhao Chuqiao said as she stood up to leave. However, at the moment she turned around, she noticed Zhang Huai Xuan gently stroking a photo on the bedside. The photo depicted two young girls, their faces radiating youthful vitality and appearing very close.
"Who is that?" Zhao Chuqiao couldn't help but ask, her gaze lingering on the photo where the girl smiled so brightly, as if sadness and pain would never touch her.
"That is... that is..." Zhang Huai Xuan's voice choked slightly as she struggled to lift her head and looked at the photo, her eyes filled with longing and sorrow.
"That is my high school classmate, Wuyunhan. We were once the best of friends."
"Wuyunhan..." Zhao Chuqiao murmured to herself, suddenly recalling the rape case mentioned by Li Mian, whose victim was Wuyunhan.
"Miss Huai Xuan, when did you meet Wuyunhan?" Zhao Chuqiao tried to extract more information about Wuyunhan from Zhang Huai Xuan.
Zhang Huai Xuan bit her lip and remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to school together, and played together. We were the best of friends."
"Do you still have contact with her?" Zhao Chuqiao pressed on, hoping to find more information about Wuyunhan from Zhang Huai Xuan's words and her connection to the case.
"It’s been a long time since we last contacted each other. She moved away," Zhang Huai Xuan said, her eyes filled with sadness, her voice barely audible.
"She moved away?" Zhao Chuqiao nodded, growing more curious about Zhang Huai Xuan's words. She decided to start with Wuyunhan to see if she could uncover key clues related to the case.
"Miss Huai Xuan, please tell me when was the last time you saw Wuyunhan?" Zhao Chuqiao asked, hoping to gather more information about Wuyunhan and her connection to Zhang Huai Xuan's case.
"It’s been a long time..." Zhang Huai Xuan's gaze was filled with confusion as she gently stroked a photograph, as if recalling something.
"I remember, I remember it was two years ago. Before she moved away, she came to find me. She said, she said..." Zhang Huai Xuan's voice grew softer, her body trembling slightly as if overwhelmed.
"She said, she said she..." Zhang Huai Xuan's tone became even more shaky as she clutched the photograph tightly, seeking some form of comfort.
"She said she wanted to leave here and start a new life..." Zhang Huai Xuan's voice dwindled until it was almost inaudible; in the end, she still did not reveal that sentence.
"Miss Huai Xuan, please tell me what exactly did she say?" Zhao Chuqiao's tone was filled with urgency; she desperately wanted to know what Wuyunhan had told Zhang Huai Xuan before leaving, as it might contain important clues about the case.
Zhang Huai Xuan held the photograph tightly as if trying to merge it with her being. She closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly in a whisper: "She said she wanted to leave here and start a new life. She couldn’t go back."
"Couldn’t go back?" Zhao Chuqiao's tone was filled with confusion. She keenly sensed that there were more secrets hidden behind Zhang Huai Xuan's words. She decided to investigate Wuyunhan and what she had experienced.
"I, I..." Zhang Huai Xuan suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with fear. She tightly grasped Zhao Chuqiao's hand, as if holding onto the last straw of hope.
"I, I'm scared..."
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