"Xiao Wan, don't ever make jokes like this again, I don't like it one bit."
Zhuo Ya's dark and bright eyes avoided contact, as she sobbed while staring tightly at Xiao Wan.
Xiao Wan looked at Zhuo Ya with eyes full of sorrow.
She reached out, embracing Zhuo Ya's body, and whispered comfortingly, "Zhuo Ya, I'm here."
Zhuo Ya clutched Xiao Wan's arm, crying her heart out.
"Xiao Wan."
"You're lying to me, aren't you?"
"My child is gone, you can't be this cruel to tell me that Gu Yanting is gone too."
"When my friend told me this news yesterday, I thought it was a joke, but soon, the news spread throughout the entire capital."
"Gu Yanting really is dead."
"No, he can't be dead."
"He hates me so much, how could he possibly die, I... I just don't believe it."
Zhuo Ya refused to believe that Gu Yanting was dead.
The wound, due to Zhuo Ya's agitation, began to seep traces of crimson.
