Qin Tingjie held Liu Xiaoxiao's corpse tightly, as if he had lost his soul.
He knew Liu Xiaoxiao resented him; otherwise, out of so many people, she would not have only left a letter for Tang Anzhi, without leaving him a single word...
He was wrong, really wrong, if only time could flow backward. He would never choose to do this.
He had actually made the best arrangements in secret, with increased protection. There was no way she would be in any danger, but no matter how much he arranged…
He never thought Liu Xiaoxiao would commit suicide.
Unfortunately, nothing he said now would be of any use, for the person in his arms would never wake again…
Everyone present watched them, feeling an inexplicable heaviness in their hearts.
Huangfu Zheng looked at his own wife with deep concern in his eyes.
