The look on Chen Qiyu's face changed when she heard those words. She contemplated the identity of the person before her as her gaze fell onto the woman's empty sleeve on the right. A name appeared in her mind, but was that woman not already dead?
Chen Qiyu suppressed her shock and fear and forced herself to appear calm. "Who are you?"
She wanted to brush the woman's hand away, but she stubbornly remained her grip on her, refusing to let go.
"Haven't you already guessed?" The woman laughed softly, her eyes overflowing with venom.
She continued, "I never thought that someone as filthy as you would still have enough dignity to cling to this world. You have some nerve, walking about in the open."
Chen Qiyu's expression shifted slightly at the mention of her past. Her initial hunch had now been confirmed.
The person right in front of her was indeed Lu Yunshuang!
