"How would I know? I'm not interested in asking about other women. I'll accompany you to visit your parents tomorrow, okay?"
Qiao Mianmian thought for a while and nodded. "Alright, we'll go back tomorrow."
…
The next morning, Qiao Mianmian received a message from Linda and Qiao Chen.
Qiao Anxin was dead.
She passed away at three in the morning.
Linda: [Qiao Anxin is dead. I hated her at first, but now that she's gone, I don't think our past grudges matter anymore.]
Qiao Chen: [Sister, Qiao Anxin is dead.]
After a while, Jiang Luoli also sent her a WeChat message informing her of Qiao Anxin's death.
Qiao Mianmian stared at the messages for a while.
Was Qiao Anxin really dead?
Although she already knew that Qiao Anxin was dying, now that she was dead Qiao Mianmian had an indescribable feeling in her heart.
She was not sad.
She wasn't a saint.
