Huang Xiaolong genuinely felt sorry for what happened to Shang Wenfei.
After all, she was just a first-year high school girl, in the prime of her youth, who met with an untimely death. It was a classic human tragedy.
Shang Wenfei stared at Huang Xiaolong with a vacant expression, her empty eye sockets seemingly conveying a horrifically tragic tale without uttering a word.
"What happened to your eyes?" Huang Xiaolong casually asked.
"Oh… My eyeballs were eaten by the fish in the lake~~" Shang Wenfei's voice, which retained its tenderness, was still pleasant to the ear.
"You poor thing." Huang Xiaolong shook his head in disbelief. "By the way, you know Yan Yi, don't you?"
At the mention of Yan Yi's name, Shang Wenfei's expression shifted wildly and her resentment, as frantic as a high tide, rose violently. Grinding her teeth angrily, her voice contorted chillily, "Yan…Yan…Teacher Yan…he…he is my boyfriend…"
