Even though those weathered eyes still stubbornly remain open.
Looking at Yan Lao Ye's collapsing figure, Yan Furen took a deep breath then finally turned her head to look in another direction.
Lan Xu was holding Yan Cheng's hand, staring at him like a wooden figure.
At this moment, a harrowing scream suddenly pierced the air.
"Young Master Cheng!"
As the scream echoed, a figure frantically ran over and finally threw herself beside Yan Cheng.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Yan Cheng's fallen body. Her delicate face was now consumed with collapse and agony.
This person was none other than An Xuexue.
"Impossible… This can't be!" She shook her head madly, muttering incessantly about the impossibility.
She hadn't even married him yet—how could he die just like this?
After a long while, An Xuexue finally lifted her reddened eyes to look at Lan Xu beside her.
"Get out of my way!" she spat viciously, then suddenly reached out and shoved her away.
