The sadness and remembrance in his eyes were so thick that they couldn't be dissolved. After a long silence, he spoke with difficulty, "Qianqian... she's no longer in this world..."
Lin Chu's face stiffened, and the hand holding the photo frame tightened unconsciously. She looked at the vibrant Xia Qian in the photo, then at the pale, deeply comatose Xu Qiubai, and for a moment, her throat seemed choked, with countless words caught at the back of it.
Just a second ago, she was happy for the silly boy finally figuring things out, only to be pushed to the icy bottom by the harsh reality the next second.
Nothing is okay; not at all.
Lin Chu put the photo back to its original position, pursed her lips, and apologized in a low voice, "…I'm sorry, I didn't know…"
In the past five years, Jiang Yichen had isolated her from all news related to An City.
