Ningxiang listened to them in disbelief, "It turns out there are two copies of the threatening letter. One was sent from the mailbox, and the sender was her! The other was placed in the drawer of the dean's office."

"This is impossible!" Ningxiang was discouraged for a moment, and the framer even got double insurance.

The subsequent process was like a complicated and endless cycle, which made her physically and mentally exhausted.

She said this over and over again, but she could not find any strong evidence to prove that she had not done this.

As night fell, Ningxiang was temporarily admitted to the detention center. The several lawsuits that came to her were very strange.

She was certain that Rolex was framed, and it was probably a thief calling to catch the thief.

But there was no surveillance in the dormitory, so there was no way to know who had touched her things.

The paraquat thing was even more outrageous. She had never heard of such a poison before! This was also a pure false accusation.

Hackers must be able to send letters from the mailbox. The paper stationery is placed in the dean's drawer, so anyone can do it! In that case, she was wrongly accused.

I don’t know if there will be a sentence, but I want to impose a crime! Everything is made out of nothing!

However, there are also people who were wronged but were sentenced because no witnesses could be found, physical evidence proved their innocence, and there were vicious witnesses who bit them to death for their guilt.

She felt uneasy and suddenly felt that life was like a floating cloud.

Rain could be heard hitting the window outside, and she couldn't hear clearly.

She leaned against the wall, but she always felt that darkness and dampness were crawling somewhere like ants, disturbing her inner peace.

"Don't be afraid! I'm here!"

Jin Mo's voice suddenly flew into her ears, and she felt relieved immediately.

If he said it exactly, he must not be perfunctory with her.

He will find a way to clear her name! Trust him once!

Before she knew it, she fell into a sound and sweet sleep.

"Qin Ningxiang, come out." A woman's voice woke up Ningxiang, who was sleeping soundly.

With her sleepy eyes open, she vaguely saw a tall figure in a gray haute couture suit gradually approaching.

Ningxiang blinked, her eyelashes trembling with water droplets. She stood up across the fence and grabbed the man's hand, "Jin Mo!"

She rested her head on his hand and shed a few tears, "It's really not me!"

"It's okay, don't cry, it's okay." Jin Mo held up one hand to hold her head, lest she bump her head, and let her hold the other hand.

She was successfully released on bail, and Ningxiang stayed in Jin Mo's arms throughout the whole process, turning into a clingy cat.

"Oh, you wild princess, why did you go in and change your gender?!" Jin Mo still teased her, "You didn't let them have a wild one inside so they could see your unique charm? Why did you go in like this?

, it’s really their blessing. Otherwise, where would I have seen a fairy like you? Fairies are in detention centers, and ugly women are left everywhere in the world!”

Ningxiang curled her lips and smiled, "It quite rhymes."

"This is the first time I know that you are a literature major." Jin Mo said, "I asked someone to investigate you, but I didn't deliberately record what you majored in."

"Our teacher said that anything without rhyme cannot be called poetry. Once I learned rhyme, I would not be able to write poetry. Rhythm limits my imagination. Haha, but in fact, the Book of Songs and the Nineteen Ancient Poems do not pay much attention to rhyme.

In the poem "Line, line, line, line, parting with you", the rhythm is not obvious. But even today, many people attach great importance to rhythm, thinking that only Pingshui rhyme is authentic, and Chinese new rhyme is not considered rhyme."

Jin Mo listened confused, but vaguely felt that she liked literature, but they had nothing in common in this regard.

"But I believe that literature is neither learned nor taught, but practiced."

"Heroes see the same thing!" She felt better and rubbed her furry head against the buttons of Jin Mo's shirt.

"Ningxiang, do you want to be a writer?" Jin Mo suddenly looked up at the blue sky above the transparent umbrella, and there was not a single star in the depth.

"I don't want to!" Ningxiang smiled, "I made a parallel decision by accident. It's my nth choice."

"Then don't read it." Jin Mo suddenly hugged Ningxiang tightly.


Chapter completed!