Jessie had killed two people. The police arrived swiftly and took her away.I followed to the station to give my statement. By the time we finished, night had already fallen. An officer relayed a message: Jessie wanted to see me one last time.In the interrogation room, her makeup was smeared across her face. Her white dress was splattered with blood, and her once-pristine shoes were stained red with blood.A memory struck me—our first meeting. It was a spring afternoon in our sophomore year, right after the physical fitness test on the campus field. Jessie had stood under the shade, wearing a white dress, waiting patiently for her classmates. The wind had lifted her hair, and she had looked like a pure, white jasmine in bloom.But that Jessie was gone. The one before me now carried no trace of that unblemished beauty.Her eyes met mine, conflicted and searching. After a long pause, she spoke pleadingly, "Josh… I regret it. Can you forgive me?"I didn't answer. She had already
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