<h4>Chapter 388: Chapter 388 She’s the Little Girl</h4><h4></h4>
Ye Chuyi’s expression was calm; she had anticipated this oue. She had seen too much blood on the operating table before, so she didn’t have much of a reaction.
Wen Nianyou, however, screamed sharply, her face pale as she fell to the ground.
The criminal police rushed over immediately. Some were confirming Shi Youjin’s death, some were handcuffing Wen Nianyou, and others were protecting Ye Chuyi and escorting her out.
Ye Chuyi took a few steps but then turned back to pick up several pieces of children’s clothing from the ground.
Zheng Yan couldn’t help but say, "Ye Chuyi, you can’t take the evidence from the scene."
Ye Chuyi had already recognized him. He was the detective previously in charge of the Tian Qiugui case. He was someone very serious and dedicated, but at the same time, he wasn’t someone who couldn’t be flexible.
She pleaded, "These aren’t evidence, just a few pieces of my childhood clothing. They have special meaning to me, Captain Zheng. Please let me take them with me."
Zheng Yan looked at the bloodstain on her neck and finally nodded, "Alright, forget about the clothes for now. Go tend to your wound first. The ambnce is outside. After your wound is treated, you’ll need toe with me to the station to make a statementter."
"Thank you, Captain Zheng."
Apanied by a female detective, Ye Chuyi walked out of the storeroom and then out of the vi.
Outside, the rain poured down, and police and ambnce vehicles filled the yard. Probably to avoid rming Shi Youjin, not a single police light was on, nor was any siren sounding.
Among these vehicles, one seemed out of ce—a luxurious ck Bentley.
Beside the Bentley stood a man with a cold and stern demeanor.
The moment he saw her, Sheng Tingyuan immediately walked over to her, and then, he embraced her.
Ye Chuyi hissed in pain.
Sheng Tingyuan immediately let go. Looking at the wound on her neck with eyes reddening, he asked, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"No, just the neck."
Ye Chuyi, wanting to reassure him, gave him a smile, "Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. Just a little scratch, a very minor injury."
Sheng Tingyuan was heartbroken. He didn’t speak, watching as the medical staff helped her onto the ambnce and began to disinfect and dress her wound.
After a while, he saw the clothes she held in her arms.
His expression paused slightly. Among the clothes was one he recognized—a blue Hermès boy’s autumn outfit.
That was what he had once given to Little Hehua.
Right now, Ye Chuyi didn’t seem to care about the wound on her neck; she was gently touching the blue Hermès, treating it as if it were some treasure.
Sheng Tingyuan’s eyes were moist.
He didn’t need to investigate further; he was certain now that Ye Chuyi was the little girl he had been searching for all these years.
In fact, the clues hadn’t beenpletely absent.
He remembered once, when he was applying medicine to her hand, she had said he reminded her of a friend, a friend from her childhood, a friend whom she had unterally recognized.
She had said he was simr, probably because he also applied ointment to her when they were children, and the way he applied it hadn’t changed over the years.
The police and ambnce lights gradually turned on, flickering red and blue in the heavy rain.
The detectives were busy, escorting the suspect Wen Nianyou into the police car, carrying Shi Youjin’s body out of the vi.
Sheng Tingyuan, however, couldn’t see anything anymore. All the people and things around him blurred, while Ye Chuyi, walking down from the ambnce, became clearer and clearer, drawing nearer.
He heard her ask in a voicepletely different from when she was a child, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
He shook his head, lifting the umbre over her head to shelter her from the rain, "I think I understand why you like rainy days. It’s not just because you have good luck when it rains, right?"
Ye Chuyi looked at him in surprise, "How did you know?"