Jing Chen knew everything about Mo Ran, including the way she played the piano and her many little habits that no one else could mimic.
He ripped Mo Ran's hand off his arm.
In his reddened eyes, thick tears still surged, "I am certain that Ranran really came tonight, she's not dead!"
Jing Chen stated with exceptional conviction.
"Chen, do you know what everyone at the banquet hall is saying about you tonight?" Lou Zixuan's eyes were also filled with tears, filled with jealousy and grievance, "They say you have delusions, that you're seriously ill... How many times do I have to tell you before you'll believe that Mo Ran died four years ago, burned alive in that fire..."
"I didn't see her body, I won't believe she's dead!"
"It was all reduced to a pile of bones, where could you even find her body!" Lou Zixuan pleaded with tears, "Chen, please wake up, will you?"
"I've said it, Ranran is not dead!" Tonight, Jing Chen's emotions were unprecedentedly agitated.
