If Lu Yebai had been on that plane, he would likely have been blown to smithereens in the explosion, with not even a full body to be found, let alone a corpse.
Meng Xi'er slowly walked over, her face so pale it was almost bluish, clearly showing her poor mental state. A high fever had turned her lips white and peeled, her hair lost its shine, and she looked utterly worn out.
She stood before Mrs. Lu, gazing at the woman in front of her who was consumed by grief, then slowly knelt down.
"I killed him."
Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant to hear. Under Mrs. Lu's stunned expression, she whispered, "If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have died."
"Xixi," Mrs. Lu paused, moving forward to lift her up, "What are you talking about? How could it possibly be you..."
