"How could it be?" Du Wenfang laughed triumphantly, "She's dead, and now you'll marry me, won't you? Without her, you're mine!"
Wu Huiming's face turned ashen, and he questioned, "Du Wenfang, tell me, were you the one who killed Ah Xian? Was it you?"
"Of course, it was me!" Du Wenfang leaned closer to Wu Huiming, with a sinister smile, "That fool Zhang Xian, she trusted me the most. When I wanted to eat with her, I just ate with her; when I wanted to sleep with her, I'd sleep with her. I poisoned her, and without anyone knowing, she died. That fool, even at her deathbed, trusted me and asked me to take care of her son. Ha, Wu Huiming, tell me, isn't she dumb? Can you tell me why you don't love me, and love that fool instead? Ha, Wu Huiming, this is all karma; it's your karma. Why were you so blind? Haha!"
