Yu Jiuqing slowly closed his eyes, a heart-wrenching flash of pain crossing his face. After a long moment, under Jiang Chengyi's terrified gaze, he said hoarsely, "Of course I know that isn't my wife."
He could never mistake someone else for his Qingqing.
But seeing this corpse, he still couldn't control the panic and violent rage swarming up from the depths of his heart.
Although he rationally knew this wasn't Qingqing, he couldn't help but feel afraid.
Yu Jiuqing paused, his voice so low it was nearly inaudible. "Chengyi, I'm so afraid that this time... it'll take me many years to find her again..."
Jiang Chengyi's heart jolted, and for a moment, he was speechless.
But Yu Jiuqing's eyes suddenly reddened. He ground his teeth and turned to the officers behind him, enunciating each word. "Search! At any cost, you must find the Madam!"
'Even if it takes another ten years, I must find her.'
A flicker of madness quietly passed through Yu Jiuqing's eyes.
