On the bus.
Everyone turned pale as they watched Mo Dongqiang being killed. Yan Ziyu clenched her fists tightly, beating weakly against the bus window, her beautiful eyes red and filled with tears as she gazed at Ma Xingyou's back.
The two had met while working in a hospital; he was a doctor, and she was a nurse. It had taken only half a year for them to go from colleagues to a couple.
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