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  "You're crazy!" Zi Yi exclaimed, staring at Lin Zhi Hao in shock and anger. "How can you say such a thing?"

  "I'm not crazy," Lin Zhi Hao said, his eyes filled with desperation. "I'm very clear about what I want. I will divorce Su Ruo and come back to you. I will marry you..."

  Zi Yi's expression changed from anger to shock. "You...you can't be serious."

  Lin Zhi Hao nodded frantically. "I am serious. I have never been more serious in my life. I love you, Zi Yi. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

  Zi Yi shook her head, trying to process what she was hearing. "But...but what about Su Ruo? What about your marriage?"

  Lin Zhi Hao's face twisted in pain. "I don't care about Su Ruo. I don't care about our marriage. All I care about is you."

  Zi Yi felt a pang of guilt and sadness. She had never meant to come between Lin Zhi Hao and his wife. She had never meant to cause him so much pain.

  "Lin Zhi Hao," she said softly, trying to reason with him. "You can't just divorce Su Ruo like that. You have to think about the consequences."

  But Lin Zhi Hao was beyond reason. He was consumed by his love for Zi Yi and his desire to be with her.

  "I don't care about the consequences," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I only care about being with you."

  Zi Yi sighed, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over her. She didn't know what to do or say to Lin Zhi Hao. She didn't know how to make him see reason.

  Just then, Lin Zhi Hao's phone rang. He ignored it and continued to plead with Zi Yi.

  But the ringing persisted, and eventually, Lin Zhi Hao was forced to answer it.

  As he listened to the person on the other end of the line, his expression changed from desperation to shock.

  "What is it?" Zi Yi asked, feeling a sense of trepidation.

  Lin Zhi Hao's eyes were wide with horror. "It's...it's Su Ruo," he stammered. "She's...she's dead."

  Zi Yi felt like she had been punched in the gut. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

  "What happened?" she asked, trying to process the news.

  Lin Zhi Hao shook his head, still looking stunned. "I don't know," he said. "The person on the phone just told me that Su Ruo is dead."

  Zi Yi felt a wave of grief wash over her. She had never liked Su Ruo, but she had never wished her harm.

  As she looked at Lin Zhi Hao, she saw the pain and shock etched on his face. She knew that he was hurting, and she wanted to comfort him.

  But as she reached out to him, she saw something in his eyes that made her blood run cold.

  It was a glimmer of guilt, of shame. And in that moment, Zi Yi knew that Lin Zhi Hao was hiding something from her.

  "Lin Zhi Hao," she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "What really happened to Su Ruo?"

  Lin Zhi Hao's eyes darted away, and he mumbled something under his breath.

  But Zi Yi had heard enough. She knew that Lin Zhi Hao was involved in Su Ruo's death, and she felt a wave of horror wash over her.

  As she backed away from him, Lin Zhi Hao reached out to her, but she shook her head.

  "I don't know what you're capable of," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But I do know that I don't want anything to do with you."

  And with that, Zi Yi turned and walked away, leaving Lin Zhi Hao standing alone in the darkness.