Yan Luoxi's light in her eyes dimmed, realizing that his blunt refusal was because Fu Youran was a counterfeit!
"What if she isn't a counterfeit but the real Li Youran?"
Li Yeqi was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at her as she hung her head, unsure of what she was thinking. His cold hand tousled her head roughly a couple of times, "What nonsense are you thinking about? Youran is already dead."
Yan Luoxi looked up, colliding with the fathomless darkness of his eyes. She asked carefully yet stubbornly, "What if she's not dead?"
"Impossible!" Li Yeqi's voice was decisive. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, and in the pale smoke, his expression betrayed a heartbreaking sadness, "Xixi, she died ten years ago."
Yan Luoxi stood there in a daze. If he had truly loved deeply once, then would it not be too cruel for her to force him to admit again and again that Li Youran was already dead?
She liked him and wanted to possess all of him, but she didn't want to make him sad.
