Standing at the door was a young woman, with long hair cascading down her shoulders and a tailored professional suit that accentuated her figure. She possessed striking features and a graceful demeanor. Her eyes, in particular, along with her high nose bridge, enhanced her overall beauty significantly.,Many times Jiang Zhihao would think, just how much hatred for himself, and just how desperate one had to be, to choose to end their life in this way.,In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。