However, one couldn't help but admire Lin Qinghuan's psychological endurance. Her expression flickered only momentarily before she covered her face and began to sob.
While crying, she said, "...he was killed by one of the men in black. I couldn't save him, it's all my fault..."
An Xiaotong comforted her, "It's okay, it's already very fortunate that we survived. Zhan Yanxiang has always been good to you, and I believe he would not blame you..."
Lin Qinghuan's sobbing paused for a moment, then continued.
At that time, a middle-aged woman entered, dressed elegantly with an air of arrogance about her brow. Seeing Lin Qinghuan crying, her brow furrowed with displeasure, "What's the matter with you, crying like this? Stop it, you'll aggravate your wounds and they will need to be redressed."
Gu Qiaoqiao spoke apologetically, "I'm sorry, we were just talking about Zhan Yanxiang, and Qinghuan started crying. If I had known, I wouldn't have mentioned it..."
