"I can tell you, but you need to be prepared for it," Ye Que said.
He could tell Tang Wanjun alone, but he didn't have the courage to tell everyone.
The state of Tang Wanyuan's death seemed to reappear before his eyes.
It was so desolate and tragic, and she died under her own husband's gun.
Presumably, right now, even if Ying Wuqiu is alive, it would be a fate worse than death!
"Say it," Tang Wanjun was a bit anxious.
There really was a bad premonition, afraid that what Ye Que was about to say was not the outcome he wanted, yet eager to know Wanyuan's whereabouts.
Ye Que strode forward, his figure somewhat desolate, his expression gloomy, eyes full of sorrow.
"Wanyuan... is already... dead."
"She died to save me, Ying Wuqiu took her body away, and I don't even know where her remains are now."
At this point, Ye Que felt a piercing pain in his heart, he frowned, and his breathing became a little difficult.
"What did you say..."
