Feng Zhijiu felt that the man wearing red clothes' voice was exactly the same as her husband's. She looked at the white-haired man, then at Xie Yuya. The white-haired man turned around, and when she saw his face clearly, she immediately widened her eyes.
"Yu Ya?"
She looked back and forth between the white-haired man and Xie Yuya. When the white-haired man saw her, his face was full of anger and sadness. He sneered, laughing like a madman.
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
He was laughing so hard that his body was shaking and he needed to catch his breath. He grabbed his heart, and the laughter stopped abruptly. He looked up, and his eyes were extremely cold.
"So… This is the woman who killed my Xinghe?"
When he speaks, his pain can be felt in his voice. Looking at his painful face, Feng Zhijiu felt her heart ache inexplicably.
'Xinghe? Is this pain also Xinghe's pain?'
