Ning Zitong could no longer control herself and shouted this last phrase.
Her Xinxin.
Yes.
That was her Xinxin!
Her dear Yuan!
She had always had a feeling, but never had the courage to face it formally.
She never expected that it would truly fulfill what Mu Qianshui had said.
Only when Yan Xinxin died, did she realize that her most precious little princess was her!
Yan Xinxin was Mu Qianyuan!
Yan Xinxin was a piece of flesh fallen from Ning Zitong's body!
Only now did she know!
Only now did she know!
"Ah Tong, don't be like this, Xinxin will be alright!"
Mu Jingheng comforted her.
"Oh my! Look at these pictures, it's too tragic! There's even photos of the body!"
"Yes! The body was burned to coal!"
"Yan Xinxin was so beautiful and happy when she was alive, who could have imagined she'd die so miserably!"
"Alas! It's probably because she was too happy before, Young Master Mo treated her too well, and so, the heavens were jealous and took her away... sigh!"
